Cassie had headed toward the kitchen area, but as soon as Mira started crying, she could tell that this was not the place that Cassie needed to be. She forgot about the tea for a moment, and returned to the couch to wrap her arms around her friend and hold her.
While Mira cried, Cassie soothingly rubbed her arm and listened. Cassie did not know whether or how much she should feel bad about her part in all of this. “He is obviously concerned about you because he loves you. But parents should be treated like parents.” It did not matter how old the child was. Parents should be respected.
“I am sure we can work this out,” Cassie said. “Has he gone to Levi yet? Perhaps we could talk to Levi first.” Not that Cassie wanted her friend to be a human juicebox. But there had to be a solution for everybody.