“We sit inside our homes, while our King stands outside and guards us!”

“Sara’s in the hospital,” my husband said, hanging up the phone.
I looked up from the meatballs I was making. “In the hospital? From the flu?”
Sara was a close relative of ours, and I knew she’d been under the weather for the last week or so, but this was pre-Covid days — people just didn’t end up in the hospital when they were sick from the flu.
“It’s more than the flu… well, actually, it’s not the flu.” My husband’s voice was tense. “Her doctor just got the results of her blood work and told her to go straight to the hospital. She has acute liver failure.”
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