He was talking about his mental state.
Sophie Sullivan's marriage hit him hard; fainting at the wedding clearly showed he'd suffered a severe shock.
It wasn't that anyone was afraid he'd do something stupid because of it, just that they were afraid he'd never get past this emotional knot.
William Guillen slowly sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, drooped his head, and gave a bitter little smile. "I'm not going to die…"
Not good, not bad—just like this.
Thomas Shannon raised his hand and patted his shoulder. "Have Auntie Guillen and Uncle Guillen run into any trouble lately?"
"Why are you asking that?" William Guillen's eye color darkened with understanding. "Don't tell me she's about to make a move?"
These two days, Mr. Guillen and Mrs. Guillen had both come to see him, even Alexander Guillen had come, but William Guillen felt too ashamed to face them and drove them all away.
He hadn't had a chance yet to ask them if anything had happened recently.
