POV: Chloe

To keep the peace, I dragged the table close to Ethan’s bed. I sat next to him, but kept enough distance to avoid setting Tristan off.

"Chloe." Ethan's voice whined from the bed, pulling my focus from work. "You're too far away. Come sit up here while you work."

"I'm fine at the table," I said, keeping my eyes glued to the elevation drawings.

"But I can't see your face properly."

"Ethan, I'm literally four feet away."

"Four feet is miles away when I'm sick," he pouted, laying it on thick to grab my attention.

Tristan put his pen down.

He did it slowly. The careful motion felt...