Mackenzie squeezed the collar of her shirt and tore her apron off her in the process. She needed to breathe.

Charlotte, on the other hand, moved to the littke girl. She lowered her body in a squat and cupped Calista's cheeks.

"What's wrong, sweety? You were supposed to be watching cartoons with Cameron. Did something happen?"

Calista shook her head, a silent sign for no. She raised her eyes to spare her mother a short glance, but Charlotte remained in front of her, ...