Camilla’s POV

The noise outside was followed by a deafening silence. Mira's little hands gripped the material of my shirt as she let out a small whimper. George's chest rose and fell shallowly with each one, giving the impression that time was running out.

"Is Daddy all right, Mommy?" Mira's voice, shaking with terror, pierced the silence.

Willing my anxieties to remain hidden for her sake, I planted a kiss on the top of her head. I muttered, "He's fine, sweetheart." "Daddy is quite ...