Normally Liam loved conferences, but he’d felt off this week, and now as he sat in the vaguely uncomfortable hotel meeting room chair, taking notes about intestinal parasites, his stomach roiled. He took another sip of ginger tea, the only thing he’s been able to hold down lately in the morning. Stupid stomach flu. Pam had had it last week, and now it was Liam’s turn on the chopping block. The lecture finished, and Liam slowly took another sip of the now lukewarm tea.