“I’m tracking your symptoms so I can give a clear summary to Doctor Aris if this sudden fatigue continues,” he said.

He stood up and smoothed his suit jacket, his thumb rubbing over his wedding ring once more.

“Doctor Aris is a private toxicologist, Daniel,” I said, resting my hands on my knees to steady myself.

“Why would I see a toxicologist for a simple sleep issue?”

“He’s a general specialist who keeps a consultation room near the highway,” Daniel said, lifting his briefcase by the handle.

“Don’t overthink every detail today.”