it.
I need to be honest about that.
For six years, I always paid.
That fall, flu season hit early and hard.
Half my unit was gone, and those of us left worked brutal hours.
After one sixteen-hour shift, I slept through an alarm for the first time in my adult life.
I woke on the fourth of the month.
The transfer went out three days late.
Three days.
I remember pressing send and thinking nobody would even notice.
My phone rang at seven the next morning.
My mother didn’t
