(Caroline's POV)
Charlie falls asleep in the car on the way back to Jasmine's house. The morning wore him out completely.
I carry him inside and lay him down in his bed—our bed now, since I've been sleeping in here with him. He doesn't wake up, just curls around his dinosaur and sighs.
Aunt Jasmine is in the kitchen when I come downstairs, working on her laptop.
"How did it go?" she asks, looking up.
"Better than expected. He struggled at first, almost had a meltdown. But then..." I sit down across from her. "There's another autistic girl there. Rose. She just walked up to Charlie and poked his face, and he didn't run away. He actually seemed to like her."
"That's wonderful!"
"Yeah." I smile, but it fades quickly. "I need to go back tomorrow. And probably the next day. Louise—the sp
