"Mom," Gemma said as she turned to Renee. "I'm sleepy."

Renee glanced at us before looking at her daughter. "Of course, dear. Come, let me take you to your room."

They stood up and walked towards Gemma's bedroom. I turned to my wife sitting beside me. Her eyes were teary, and her lips were trembling. I held her hand on the table. She must have been devastated by Gemma's reaction.

"I'm fine," Heather mumbled. "She just needs time to digest the information."

"She's ...