(Jason's POV)
Whatever Jasmine says next, it produces a silence that lasts long enough for me to come to the kitchen doorway.
Caroline is standing at the counter with her back to me, phone pressed to her ear, absolutely still.
"Okay," she says finally. "Okay, Aunt Jasmine. I'll — yes. I'll think about it." A pause. "No, don't tell Aiden yet. I'll handle it." She lowers the phone.
She stands there for a moment with her back to me, not moving.
Then she turns around, and sees me in the doorway and something moves across her face.
"How much of that did you hear?"
"Enough to know something is up" I say. "What did Aunt Jasmine say?"
Caroline sets her phone down on the counter. She looks at it for a moment.
"Samuel called her landline. Twice, this week."
I go still.
"He's circling agai
