ELARA'S POV
The week before Vermont I got sick, nothing serious. A head cold that arrived Monday and made me useless for three days. I worked from the couch with tissues and tea and the particular misery of someone who didn't have time to be unwell but was unwell regardless.
Damien worked from home.
He didn't announce this. He just moved his laptop to the dining table on Tuesday morning and stayed.
"You don't have to do that," I said from the couch.
"I know."
"I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You have a temperature and you've used an entire box of tissues since yesterday."
"I'm functional."
"You're not going to the gallery."
"I wasn't planning to."
"Good." He went back to his laptop.
I watched him work from across the room. He was on a call with James mid-morning, something about t
