(Caroline's POV)
By Friday, Louise suggests we try half-days.
"Charlie's doing so well," she tells me as we watch him and Rose build an elaborate block city together. "I think he's ready for me to work with him one-on-one while you're not here. Just mornings for now. See how he handles it."
My first instinct is to say no. To hold on tight and never let go. But I look at Charlie—really look at him—and see how much he's changed in just one week.
He's smiling more. Talking more. Yesterday, he told Rose a joke. It didn't make sense—something about a blue car and a dinosaur—but Rose laughed anyway, and Charlie laughed with her.
My boy is blooming.
"Okay," I hear myself say. "We can try."
So Friday afternoon, I leave Charlie at kindergarten for the first time and drive back to Jasmine's h
