Celine's POV

Camilla notices my restlessness as I move from our bedroom to the living room, hoping to hear Jason's cry so I can rush over to Bryan's room and take my son with me back to our room.

But he isn't crying today of all days. Everywhere is silent as a graveyard.

"Are you ok?" She peers down at me for the umpteenth time in question.

"Yes, I am", I sit on the settee to calm myself down so she won't notice anything anymore.

"Is something wrong?" She asks again. "Did he say something to you?"

"No, no, no!" I chant, shaking my head vigorously. "He didn't. I am...