One of the many I can’t believe this is real moments that hit me in the first days, back when my wife was the only one who was sick, was when we were speaking to each other through a glass door. I thought to myself, Wait, I wrote this scene once.
She had woken on a Monday morning with body aches, headache, and a fever. In retrospect, she’d been fighting it for a couple days but had thought it was a cold or allergies. Now it was Thursday; she and our asymptomatic (thank God) 10-year-old son had tested positive; our 14-year-old and I had tested negative, though that would soon change.