Bruce dragged his spoon through the meal, looked up from his bowl and noticed Maggie was dressed up and her makeup was immaculate again.
“Going out with the girls again?”
She turned back to the stove, her shoulders tense. “Yes.”
Bruce left the food untouched and headed out.
* * * *
Though his shift was uneventful, Bruce’s thoughts were occupied with the task Best had set him. Between his usual routine jobs, he snuck away to the nurses’ desk. A young woman sat behind it. Bruce knew her, but had never spoken to her. She was the night nurse, her hair mussed and sticking out wildly from beneath her cap from working long stressful hours mostly alone, and had now been forced to stay on the next day due to a lack of staff. She looked tired and twitchy.
“Nurse Miller?” he asked uncertainly,
