“Read the chemical compound listed in the bold box.”

Chloe let out a sharp breath and took the folder from my hand.

She flipped to the second page, her eyes scanning down the rows of text.

The color drained from her cheeks until her face was as white as her collar.

“Sedative,” Chloe whispered.

“A central nervous system suppressant used for severe agitation.”

“Two drops in my chamomile tea every night,” I said.

“He was recording my dizziness in his notebook while he gave it to me.”