(Caroline's POV)
Jason's standing in the kitchen doorway. He looks wrecked. Hair disheveled. Eyes wild. The expression of a man who's just realized he's lost something important and doesn't know how to get it back.
Behind him, Helen hovers in the hallway. Watching. Waiting.
"She was upset," Jason starts. "She was crying. About Rose. About leaving her while sick. She—"
"So you held her."
"I was comforting her—"
"You held her." I say it again. Flat. Factual. "Your ex-wife was upset, and you put your arms around her and held her."
"Caroline—"
"How long?" The question comes out before I can stop it. "How long were you standing there like that before I came home?"
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
"Jason. How long?"
"I don't know. A minute. Maybe two—"
"Two minutes." I nod slowly. "Two
