(Caroline's POV)
"Charlie." I keep my voice even, the way I always do when he's showing me something important. "What is this?"
He points to one of the red marks in the living room. The largest one. It's circled twice, which in Charlie's system means significant or repeated or pay attention to this.
Below it is a notation in his careful handwriting—a mix of numbers and symbols that looks like code to anyone who doesn't speak Charlie.
I squint at it.
L → D / C = 0
I stare at it for a long moment, trying to decode it the way I've learned to decode everything about my son. The way he sees the world in patterns and equations and spatial relationships that make perfect sense to him and require translation for the rest of us.
Then it clicks.
L → D / C = 0
The lady moves toward Daddy whe
