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407 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 24, 2026
She worked early shifts at the post office but still waited up every evening for me to return from the barbershop. Back then we earned enough to live on our own. We had the apartment all to ourselves. On weekends, we'd travel to the countryside. I sat right here with her just a few years ago. But then the tuberculosis outbreak hit...A microscopic, airborne pathogen that changed it all. We were all used to seasonal flus: summer metro commutes had fewer coughs; autumn and winter had more. That October, though, the coughs changed. On every trip on the busk train, or even to the store, you heard these hacking fits. Frightening ones. Then came the handkerchiefs. People went for the colorful patterns to hide the blood. That's when I started to worry. I knew it was no seasonal flu. Your aunt was diabetic, Alfie. Her body wouldn't have been able to fight off that wretched pestilence. I forbade her from leaving the house. But a few days later, it was I who woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. My lungs burned like they were filled with molten lead. In a panic, I forced Lina out of the bedroom and barricaded myself inside. She told me it was futile, that we had already slept in the same bed. But I wouldn't have it. I kept to my isolation. But on the third day of my quarantine, a sharp sound from the living room woke me. My heart sank as I recognized it was Lina caught in a coughing fit.......and this goes on for another page.