“Emily, how long is this gonna last?” Sharon shouts at me over the wind. “Everything’s closed,” she complains, “and I’m going stir crazy. When are we gonna have church again?” A trans woman who’s been through more than her share, Sharon’s shaky mental health, dependent on her various support networks, has already taken a hit from the isolation. All the community centers she and Harold frequent are now closed now.

“I don’t know,” I tell her, wondering how much to prepare her for. “It will probably be a long time.”