(Caroline’s POV)
I sit down next to him and pick up a yellow block. "Should this one go next?"
Charlie nods, taking the block from my hand and adding it to his collection. His fingers are so small, so careful as he positions it exactly right.
Aiden comes into the room and settles on the couch behind us. "How was the soccer tournament, buddy?" I ask him, trying to shift the mood to something lighter.
"We won," Aiden says, and I can hear the pride in his voice. "The kids played really well. Tommy scored the winning goal in the final minute."
"That's great."
"Yeah." He's quiet for a moment, watching Charlie work. "You know, we should take Charlie to the park later. Let him run around, burn off some energy. It might help with the transition."
It's a good idea. Charlie loves the park, lo
