You’re not well enough to manage land.”

“I am entirely well,” I said.

Daniel tried to sit up straighter, but his upper body swayed to the left.

He pressed both palms flat against the mahogany table to steady himself, his breathing thick and loud in the quiet room.

“What’s wrong with you?” Evelyn asked, looking sideways at Daniel with a sudden, sharp edge in her eyes.

“I’m fine,” Daniel rasped, his tongue thick in his mouth.

“Just exhausted.