Over the course of the next few days, his fever never broke. It was always around 100 to 102 degrees, and nothing we gave him helped bring it down. He decided to stay in my son's room in his twin bed and the kids slept with me in our room. After three days, I suggested we go to an urgent care in our neighbourhood. I drove him and was advised to wait in the car to mitigate risk of infection. More than anything, I hoped he only had a bad cold, but naively I thought to myself, Even if it’s the flu, then at least it’s not COVID. At that time, we thought if he had the flu it meant he didn't have COVID. He wasn't in there for long, and when he returned to the car, he told me that he had tested positive for Flu A