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It’s mid morning when I get home from an all-nighter, and the sunlight is acid in my eyes. Locking the front door, I stand here in my scrubs. The house is quiet but there’s dread in the air. Maybe it’s just me. Must be twenty-five hours since I slept. When you work in a long-term care facility, the nursing shortage is constant. Always a double shift on offer if you’re willing. “Clare?” My sister walks out from the kitchen. She’s stuffed into a pair of pants that are so tight she’s got to undo the top button. Once upon a