(Caroline's POV)
The next evening, we invite Jason over for dinner.
"You're going to burn the chicken," Aunt Jasmine says, peering over my shoulder at the oven.
I check the temperature for the third time in five minutes. "I'm not going to burn the chicken."
"You've checked that oven more times than Charlie counts his blocks." She's smiling though, that knowing smile that makes me want to throw a dish towel at her.
"I just want everything to be perfect."
"It's just dinner, Caroline."
"It's a thank you dinner. For Jason. For what he did for Charlie with Dr. Dane." I pull out the roasted vegetables, checking them obsessively. "He went out of his way to help us. The least I can do is make a decent meal."
"Mmhmm." Aunt Jasmine starts setting the table. "And it has nothing to do with the
