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turns, generally it only comes around once every three months or so.’
    ‘That sounds fine,’ Jasmine said confidently while inwardly gauging her mother’s reaction.
    It was a good interview, though. Really, Jasmine was confident that she’d got the job and, as she left, Lisa practically confirmed it. ‘You’ll be hearing from us soon.’ She gave a wry smile as Jasmine shook her hand. ‘Very soon. I wish you didn’t have to do orientation before you start—I’ve just had two of my team ring in sick for the rest of the week.’
    Walking towards the exit, Jasmine saw how busy yet efficient everyone looked and despite her confident words about her experience to Lisa, inside she was a squirming mess! Even though she’d worked right up to the end of her pregnancy she hadn’t nursed in more than a year and, again, she considered going back to her old department. At least she’d maybe know a few people.
    At least she’d know where things were kept. Yet there would still be the nudges and whispers that she’d been so relieved to leave behind and, yes, she should just walk in with her head held high and face the ugly rumours and gossip, except going back to work after all she had been through was already hard enough.
    ‘Jasmine?’ She turned as someone called her name and forced back on her smile when she saw that it was Jed. He was at the viewfinder looking at an X-ray. ‘How did you get on?’
    ‘Good,’ Jasmine answered. ‘Well, at least I think I did.’
    ‘Well done.’
    ‘I’m just going to check out the crèche.’
    ‘Good luck again, then,’ Jed said, ‘because from what I’ve heard you’ll need it to get a place there.’
    ‘Oh, and, Jasmine,’ he called as she walked off, ‘I do know you.’
    ‘You don’t.’ Jasmine laughed.
    ‘But I know that I do,’ he said. ‘I never forget a face. I’ll work it out.’
    She rather hoped that he wouldn’t.

CHAPTER THREE
    ‘H OW DID YOU GO ?’ her mum asked as she let her in.
    ‘Well,’ Jasmine said. ‘Sorry that it took so long.’
    ‘That’s okay. Simon’s asleep.’ Jasmine followed her mum through to the kitchen and Louise went to put the kettle on. ‘So when do you start?’
    ‘I don’t even know if I’ve got the job.’
    ‘Please,’ her mum said over her shoulder. ‘Everywhere’s screaming for nurses, you hear it on the news all the time.’
    It was a backhanded compliment—her mother was very good at them. Jasmine felt the sting of tears behind her eyes—Louise had never really approved of Jasmine going into nursing. Her mother had told her that if she worked a bit harder at school she could get the grades and study medicine, just like Penny. And though she never came right out and said it, it was clear that in both her mother’s and sister’s eyes Penny had a career whereas Jasmine had a job—and one that could be done by anyone—as if all that Jasmine had to do was put on her uniform and show up.
    ‘It’s a clinical nurse specialist role that I’ve applied for, Mum,’ Jasmine said. ‘There were quite a few applicants.’ But her mum made no comment and not for the first time Jasmine questioned her decision to move close to home. Her mum just wasn’t mumsy—she was successful in everything she did. She was funny, smart and career-minded, and she simply expected her daughters to be the same—after all, she’d juggled her career and had independently raised Jasmine and Penny when their father had walked out.
    Jasmine wanted nothing more than to be independent and do the same; she just wanted a pause, a bit of a helping hand as she got through this bit—which in her own way her mother had given. After four weeks of living at home Louise had had a very nice little rental house come onto her books—it was right on the beach and the rent was incredibly low and Jasmine had jumped at it. It was in other areas that Jasmine was struggling, and nursing with all its shift work wasn’t an easy career to juggle without