Cara and Bradley gasped in fear.
“Grandfather!?” He shouted, fighting the instinctual urge that was making every cell in his body want to run to the old man’s side. “Are you okay?”
Gus rubbed his temples in pain and struggled to stand up. “I’m fine,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about me.”
“It’s my job to worry about you,” Gus said sternly.
Their minds were racing. He obviously needed help, but if they got too close they risked infection too.
Then a horrible thought dawned on both of them at the same time. Gus hadn’t been outside, he hadn’t been in contact with anyone else.
They had.
One of them was responsible for bringing this deadly virus into the house.
The guilt began to crash over both of them like a crushing tidal wave.
It also meant that at lea
