Ceridwen squeezed his hand. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said. "And you're right, he shouldn't have. Truth be told, I think he was pleased to find such a 'good excuse' to get rid of me. Easier to justify in his own mind."
Isaiah had finished his food, and he'd calmed down enough to return to the living room. "Sorry," he said, going over to Jesse. "I shouldn't have blown up like that."
"It's OK," Jesse said, squeezing his hand. "I can't really blame you for that."