Chapter 8January 20, 2020, at 8:20 P.M.
I pushed the door open to my apartment and held my boots in my hands. I threw them in a plastic bin and took off my face mask, finally able to breathe in the cinnamon aroma of my apartment.
“Honey, I’m home!” I called out as I started to strip down to my underwear, placing each article of clothing into a plastic bag.
The pandemic has caused many people in the city of San New to alternate their daily routines. On my normal day after work, I would come home, open a bottle of wine and just uncoil as I cook dinner. If Guillermo was home, he would probably bend me over the counter and make love there in the kitchen as the food bakes in the oven. But that was no longer the option for us.
Guillermo had lost a few friends and colleagues from this strain
