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The kettle screamed, a piercing whistle that sliced through the living room’s thick, sickly silence. Elias, shrouded in a heavy blanket, watched the steam rise, his glasses fogging at the edges. The air hung heavy with the scent of menthol and sleep. On the large couch, buried under a mountain of quilts, lay his three children and you, all in various states of surrender to the virus Maya had carried home. It was a miserable, tender portrait of a family bound together by shared sniffles and soft coughs.