Present
(Caroline's POV)
"Two weeks. We have to keep this up for two weeks," Jason mutters against my shoulder.
I run my fingers through his hair. Gentle. Soothing.
"Or until we expose all their hands," I say.
He pulls back to look at me. "That can either be short or long."
"It can."
He groans and drops his forehead against mine. "Caroline, I can't do this. I can't sleep in that bed without your presence beside me. I can't sit across from Helen at breakfast and pretend everything's fine when all I want to do is throw her out the window."
"I know," I cup his face in both hands. "I know it's hard. But this is the only way."
"There has to be another way—"
"There isn't." I cut him off gently. "Jason, Helen drugged Rose. She's not just manipulative. She's dangerous. We can't take any
