As suddenly as she’d appeared in the kitchen, she was gone.
My shoulders slumped and I ran a hand through my hair. “I’m a complete jackass, aren’t I?”
Lewis choked out a sound before admitting, “Well, I’ve never seen anyone react to her the way you did, that’s for sure.”
“Is she gone?” a small muffled voice asked from under the table.
“Yes, dear,” Mrs. Pan said gently. “She’s left. You can come out now.”
No one scolded him for treating Isobel like a freak by hiding from her. It itched at my craw that they let the kid get away with hurting her feelings. And it made me feel worse about hurting them myself. Mr. Nash would probably fire me if he knew what I’d just done.
Worried about that, but even more concerned about how my behavior had affected Isobel, I rose from the table and excuse
