(Caroline's POV)
I'm thinking about spring rolls when I turn onto our street.
Specifically, whether I ordered enough. Rose will eat two, maybe three if she's hungry. Charlie will eat exactly one and a half—he always leaves half of the second one on his plate, some internal calculation about optimal fullness that only makes sense to him. Jason will eat whatever's left, and I'll pick at mine between making sure everyone else has what they need.
So six spring rolls should be enough.
Probably.
I'm still doing the math when I pull into the driveway. The house is lit up—living room, kitchen, the upstairs hall. Everyone's home. Good. I'm earlier than I said I'd be, but that's fine. We can eat together, all of us, and maybe tonight will feel normal for once.
I grab the bags from the passenge
