Charlie's returned from a shopping trip, buying new fabric for a project she's been filming. She may not be back in Ohio, but the girl has to work. Has to keep those fans on YouTube coming back, watching her videos, liking and sharing.

She's headed to her room to drop the bags off, but the smell of baked goods...it's a lot. She doesn't even have to look to know this is a lot. She can smell chocolate chip cookies, lemon snaps (her personal favorite and ones she will fight people over). Loads of gingerbread, too.

Mom was upset. She didn't need to ask to know. Hell, everyone in the house was upset. Dad was back and while he couldn't be touched, it was still a lot.

So Charlie drops her bags off in her room, posts a quick message on social media that there will be a delay in videos, and then she's in the kitchen, heading over to mom and wrapping her arms around her waist, pressing her head to her back. Just like she used to do as a kid. A surprise hug. It was a game she used to play, just for herself.

She'd sneak up on mom, give her a hug and then say "Got you, mom!" in the most joyful voice a child could master.

Only this time, that phrase had a different meaning. THis time, it was a different kind of 'got you.'

"I got you, mom," Charlie says, voice quiet. She has her, she won't abandon her or let her think she's doing this alone.

"Okay?"