Time Goes On
My wife had just returned from a business trip to a high-risk dengue fever zone and was required to undergo a mandatory seven-day quarantine. I spent the entire night packing her clothes and personal belongings, rushing to deliver them to her designated quarantine hotel.
The front desk staff checked the registration list three times before looking up at me.
“Sir, your wife, Stella, isn’t on this list. She never registered for quarantine.”
I froze. Just as I was about to dial her number, out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a black Maybach pulling up in front of a hotel across the street.
Stella stepped out, walked around to the passenger side, took a young man’s hand, and lean