PART 2: My husband went to the beach for 15 days with his “best friend” and came back thinking I was just going to cry

“I’m at the hospital. They said the viral load is skyrocketing. Diego, please tell me you haven’t touched Mariana.”

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating like a thick layer of dust. Diego’s eyes darted from the phone to the yellow folder on the table. The “business trip” tan he was so proud of suddenly looked like a sickly, jaundiced mask.continue reading …