I crossed the hospital without stopping at the main desk. Staff moved aside when they saw me heading for Chloe's penthouse suite.
I paid a fortune to keep her there, surrounded by private nurses, silk sheets and anything else she requested.
Her door was ajar. I put my hand on the brass handle and heard her laugh.
The sound stopped me. Chloe used a weak whisper whenever I visited; the voice inside the room was full and easy.
"Honestly, Tiffany, the anemia reports were easy. I changed a few numbers, put on an act for Dr. Vance, and Dad kept draining that little stray for me."
Chloe giggled. "All I had to do was look pale and sigh."
I looked through the gap. She sat in a plush armchair wearing a silk robe, an open box of imported chocolates on her lap. Tiffany sat opposite her.
The bed
