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That was the moment the cold went from a physical annoyance to a small, sharp tragedy.

His wife, Sarah, came in with a cup of tea. He saw her lips move, forming familiar shapes—"Good morning," "How are you feeling?"—but the sound arrived as if from the end of a long, tiled hallway. Words were mashed together, consonants lost, vowels warped. The gentle clink of the mug on the bedside table sounded like a dropped hammer. ears stuffy from cold

Leo repeated himself, his little face crumpling with confusion. Alex leaned closer, tilting his good ear—was there a good one?—toward his son. He still couldn't make it out. The gap between them, usually filled with laughter and silly noises, was now a chasm of static. That was the moment the cold went from

But the worst part, the most isolating part, was his ears. Words were mashed together, consonants lost, vowels warped

He found Sarah in the kitchen, her back to him as she made Leo a sandwich. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. She jumped, then relaxed, covering his hands with hers.

The worst moment came when his son, Leo, burst into the room. "Daddy! I drew a rocket ship!"