(Jason's POV)
Late that night, I wait until Caroline is upstairs with the children before I knock on the guest room door.
Helen opens it in the unhurried way of someone who was expecting this — composed, already positioned, like she'd heard my footsteps in the hall and had time to arrange herself into the version of herself she wants me to see. She's changed into something softer than what she wore at dinner. Deliberate. Everything Helen does is deliberate, and I've spent enough years in boardrooms to recognize staging when I'm standing in front of it.
"Jason." She steps back to let me in.
I don't go in. I stay in the doorway.
"Leonard came today," I say.
Something moves in her face. But she quickly controls her expression. "I know. I saw his car."
"Then you know what he said."
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