(Caroline's POV)
"I love you," he says. "You know that, right? Whatever you saw, whatever you think—I love you. Only you."
"I know." And I do. I believe him. That's why I can leave him here with confidence. "But right now that's not enough."
I pick up the bag.
Walk past him.
Down the hall to Charlie's room.
He's sitting on the floor with Rose, both of them building something elaborate out of blocks. They look up when I come in.
"Hey, my darlings," I say to them. Keep my voice light. Normal. "We're going to have a sleepover at Aunt Jasmine's tonight. Want to grab your favorite books?"
Charlie studies my face with those too-smart eyes. He knows something is wrong. He always knows.
But he doesn't ask. He just nods and gets up and goes to his bookshelf.
Rose looks between us. "Caro,
