Eight
The end of the month approached and a strange text from Tamara found its way into my inbox, inviting me for a meeting with the other apprentices. Unsure what that was about, I stopped by the clinic at the beginning of my shift, surprised to find all five other apprentices seated in the library, except for the elusive Patricia. It was rare that all of us were present at the same time and worry flitted through me.
“What are we doing?” I questioned, pausing by my usual seat. All kinds of sheets and cards were scattered across the table and the other apprentices looked like children in a candy shop.
“Welcome to Shift Shuffle Night,” Kim announced happily, gesturing for me to sit.
“What’s Shift Shuffle Night?”
“A game we play to decide who has to do which shifts,” she explained, push
