We had finally returned home after spending three grueling days at the hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to have seeped into my skin, and the constant beep of monitors still echoed in my ears. Finn was much better, his laughter returning as we walked through the front doors of the estate, though he was still a little tired from the medication.
Chloe had stayed with us the whole time, apologizing profusely every hour. Her eyes were red from crying, her guilt nearly consuming her. I pulled her aside one last time before she left for her own room in the house.
"Chloe, stop," I said, my voice soft but firm. "I’ve told you a hundred times—it wasn’t your fault. It was an honest mistake. The sauce didn’t list the ingredients, and you didn't know. Finn is okay. That’s all that mat
