(Caroline's POV)
Lately, Jason is here but not here.
I notice it the moment I walk into the kitchen for breakfast. He's sitting at the table with a cup of coffee that's gone cold, staring at his plate like it contains answers to questions he hasn't asked yet.
"Morning," I say softly.
He looks up. Blinks. "Morning."
His voice sounds like it's coming from somewhere far away.
I move to the stove. Start making pancakes for the kids. Keep glancing back at him.
He's pushing scrambled eggs around his plate. Fork moving in slow circles. Not eating. Just... moving food from one side to the other.
"Daddy?"
Rose walks in after me. She sits across from him with her own plate, watching him with scrutinizing eyes.
Jason doesn't respond.
"Daddy?" she tries again.
Nothing.
"Daddy, can you pas
