Liam swallowed his coffee, collected his phone and keys from his desk, and left the building, wishing he was already tucked up at home. If he had enough energy to get home, it would be a miracle.
He spent a restorative weekend in bed, surrounded by bottles of water, cold medicine, and balled up handkerchiefs and tissues. He felt well enough to call Lucas on Sunday morning, though after hearing his son’s blow-by-blow account of his play date with his best friend, Joel, then about his classmate, Miranda’s, birthday party—in the same amount of detail—he was exhausted and slept till mid-afternoon.
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By Monday, he felt well enough to return to work…until he got into his car. It must have been the outside air, but he’d barely put the key into the ignition when he began sneezing uncontrollably. The sneezing, rather than dislodging anything, clogged him up, with one nostril blocked completely. He returned inside, suddenly feeling as if he hadn’t spent the past two days in bed.