It was hours before anyone came. Long enough for the sun to have moved out of the window. His entire body hurt. Just breathe. Just breathe.
“Mr. Callan? Oh my God, sir, sir, what happened?”
Milo stared at the elderly man hovering over him. “My valet decided to tender his resignation.”
“And left you like this?”
“And left me like this. I don’t think you will be able to lift me.” Milo rolled so that he could sit up. He could have moved and dragged himself up onto the bed, but the will to do so had gone. It was easier to lie down and accept it. Curl up and accept it. He wanted to curl up again.
“Don’t you worry, sir, the new man started yesterday. He’s a strapping young chap he will have you up in a trice.”
“What new man?”
“The one we agreed you need because I’m getting older.”
Milo ha
