“George, I told you I was sorry,” James reminded his younger brother who had barely spoken to him since the day of the incident. “I apologized to Isobel yesterday and I promise she’s alright.”
George’s face scrunched up adorably in anger, his expression having the opposite effect of what he probably intended. “You didn’t listen to me.”
“I know,” James sighed. “You were right.” George had been the first one to point out to James that Isobel had been innocent and had only been trying to help, but James had been too angry to listen to him at the time. “I really am sorry,” he repeated.
George’s only reply was to kick a stone on the ground.
“Morning, Simon,” James greeted the stableman as they walked into the stables.
“James,” the man replied with a nod of his head. “How’re you feel
