High-Maintenance Heiress Has a Deadly Meltdown
My eldest brother, Adam Chapman, was the first to snap out of it. He shoved Sunny Sinclair aside and dropped to his knees beside me, trying to ease me down flat on my back.
"Nance! Nance, look at me! It's me, Adam! Take a deep breath!"
My second brother, Beau Chapman, came scrambling over, practically falling to the floor beside me. His hands shook as he frantically dug through my bag, searching for my medication.
My third brother, Claude Chapman, was a doctor. His face had gone pale as he pressed a finger beneath my nose, his voice trembling with panic. "Oxygen! Get the portable oxygen tank now!"