Daniel walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked down at me for a long moment without speaking.

“How are you feeling?” he asked finally.

“Better,” I said.

“The air is easier to breathe here.”

“Good,” he said.

“Dr. Shah will be here in an hour to check on you.”

“He agreed that the hospital environment was only making your condition worse.”

I looked at the IV line in my hand.

“This must have cost a fortune, Daniel.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

“Money is the one thing I have plenty of.”

“Right now, your health is the only thing that matters.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“The boys wanted to see you.”

“They’ve been asking for you all morning.”

“Where are they?” I asked, my heart aching to see their small faces.

“They are downstairs with one of the maids,” Daniel said.

“I told them you were very tired and needed to rest.”

“But I promised them they could see you tomorrow if you were up to it.”