I had spent nearly the entire day beneath two blankets despite sweating through my T-shirt, sipping lukewarm water because anything colder hurt my throat.
Nathan had wanted to stay home that morning.
“Yoli, I’m serious. I can call in.”
“You have that quarterly meeting.”
“I also have a wife with a fever.”
“I have medicine, water, and a TV remote. Go.”
Nathan leaned down and kissed my forehead.
“Stay in bed.”