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hall from me.’
    ‘Big boobs… not many girls in your office with big boobs…’ Stewart tried to joke, but Anne wasn’t having it.
    ‘Damn it Stewy, I’m trying to tell you something here. The girl who everyone thought was having an affair with my boss.’
    ‘Ah, yes. Of course. Now I know who you’re talking about. What’s wrong with Erica?’
    ‘She’s sick. Someone said she left work with a high fever and everyone was thinking that she might have it .’ Anne’s face turned pale.  
    ‘It?’
    ‘Ebola! Damn it, Stewart. The only thing you’re obsessed with, and you can’t put two and two together?’
    It wasn't that Stewart had no idea what she was talking about. However, seeing his wife in this state definitely made him concerned. As a result, it became difficult for him to quickly process the information she was feeding to him.
    ‘Oh shit. No way. Did you touch her? Was she in your office?’ His eyes widened with panic.
    ‘She doesn’t have it!’ Anne exclaimed, though she didn't seem relieved by the fact.
    ‘What?’
    ‘She doesn’t have it.’
    ‘So what’s all the panicking about? Why would you come home acting as though you just found out that your entire office was at risk?’
    If it hadn’t been for that hopeless look on his wife’s face, Stewart might have raised his voice. She instilled a new level of fear in him without even knowing it and all for nothing, it seemed.
    ‘Because I finally understand. I mean, she’s only got the flu, but for the hours that everyone was wandering around guessing who came in contact with her and who didn’t, I understood. I totally get what you’re saying and I don’t blame you. I don’t blame you at all for staying at home. I mean, if it was Ebola, what on earth would I do? I couldn’t come home to you, knowing that I’d put you at risk.’
    ‘You would come home,’ he emphasized. 'You contracting it wouldn’t put me at risk, not until you’re showing symptoms, at least. And plus, I’ve got our new quarantine room ready and you can bet that I’d nurse your right back to good health.’
    ‘You’re trying to tell me that you’re better than all those doctors in the hospital that couldn’t nurse anyone back from Ebola?’
    ‘You know, Anne, just the way that you could make the most horrible meal taste good because you put enough love into it, I could make you better because I’d put enough love into it.’
     
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    Stewart reached over and pulled Anne in for a hug. She squeezed tightly as her husband showed her the affection she very much needed. No matter how chaotic the world outside was, Stewart definitely knew how to make her feel safe- regardless of being the center of panic himself.  A part of her wished he could internalize the things that he said to her, believe them enough to snap out of his fears. But she knew that it wasn’t possible. She knew that comforting her was easier than comforting himself or allowing her to comfort him.
    Though she had calmed down a bit, she was in no way over the fear that she had shot into her by her coworker being thought to be ill. She knew that from now on, it was worth being a little more cautious and considered staying home for a few days, at the very least. After all, she didn’t only have herself and her safety to think about. She needed to ensure that she wouldn’t be the one to put her husband at risk.
    Stewart pulled his wife away from her thoughts. 'Would you like to take a look at the room?’
    ‘Absolutely,’ she said, and they both went up to the room to take a look.
    ‘Look, I’ve even put a TV in here, so that whoever’s in the room won’t be bored to death.’
    Stewart flicked on the television and then froze. Anne’s mouth widened with surprise as she saw the words roll across the bottom of the television screen.

Chapter 4
     
    There wasn’t enough skin on Stewart’s body to fit the goosebumps that wanted to make their way over him. The high Florida temperatures