PART 2: My husband went to the beach for 15 days with his “best friend” and came back thinking I was just going to cry

a sob breaking from his chest. It wasn’t a sob of regret for breaking my heart; it was the sob of a man who realized the fire he started had finally reached his own skin.

“What was it, Diego? Which one?” I asked, my voice dropping to a low, lethal hum. “The report mentions a highly resistant strain. Something she picked up months ago and didn’t bother continue reading …