Eighteen

“Sharon?”

Glassy and wavering eyes met his. Her brows knotted in confusion for awhile. Her lips parted to speak but only a wail escaped. Racking sobs came from her as she raised her hands to touch him. 

Dayo felt himself pulled back before she could.

“No, no. We can't have our genius doctor infected before we can have the cure. Shut up, woman or I will make you never speak again,” Yomi said. Immediately, Sharon pressed her trembling lips together and held back cries. 

Dayo felt a cold air blast at him from head to toe. This was the new sanitization protocol. 

“Much better,” Yomi said. “Welcome back from the land of the almost dead, Sharon. We were just talking about you. Weren't we, Dayo?”

Dayo ignored him. He did not take his eyes off his wife. He observed as her chest rose and fell at a quick pace. He saw the twitch of her fingers and the sweat that grew on her fore