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 little 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, patiently waiting for an explanation.

"Cameron changed channels by accident, Aunt Charlotte, and the news came up. Mummy, you need to see this! Our new Grandpa is...