(Caroline's POV)
Jason puts the children to bed while I clean up the kitchen. I wipe down the counters twice without realizing it. My hands need something to do while my brain works through the afternoon.
Helen is not what I expected.
That's the problem.
I expected someone easier to interact with— flighty, self-absorbed, cheerful but careless. The kind of woman who chases fun and adventure and doesn't look back.
What I got instead is someone shrew, who knows how to read a room and adjust her emotions, her actions, according to the situation. She's someone who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to show it.
The look she gave me before she left...
Jason comes into the kitchen just as I'm rinsing out the cloth.
"They're out," he says, going straight for the fridge. "Charlie lasted a
