(Elias's POV)
I drove to the Sterling manor with the documents on the passenger seat. My key stayed in my pocket.
I kicked the oak doors until the wood split around the lock. The crash carried through the foyer.
My family was in the sunroom. Mother tucked a cashmere blanket over Chloe’s legs while Father read aloud beside her.
Sebastian stood near the chaise lounge, ready to fetch whatever she asked for next.
They looked up as I entered.
“Elias, what on earth?” Father began.
I crossed the room and threw the documents into Chloe’s lap. Pages slid across the blanket and onto the floor.
“What is this?” She made her voice tremble.
“Read it.”
She picked up the pharmacy receipt. Her fingers stopped over the date and prescribed quantity. Then her hand moved to her chest.
“I don’t feel
