“This family attacked me.”
Liam raised his head.
“I touched an empty chair,” he said. “Then I apologized.”
Jeff stepped between them before Cindy could interrupt.
“This family attacked me.”
“Your mother approached this table afterward and said that this little boy’s wheelchair was ruining everyone’s meal.”
The young man’s face went pale.
“You said that to a child?”
“You weren’t here,” Cindy replied. “His chair was blocking everything.”
“It wasn’t,” the server said.
“You said that to a child?”
Liam’s voice came out small.
“I said sorry.”
Cindy’s son looked at him and then at his mother.
“So, after he apologized, you still told him that people couldn’t eat because of his wheelchair?”
“That isn’t how I meant it.”
“It is exactly what she said,” I replied.
Cindy’s son looked at him.
The woman beside him slowly lowered the cake box onto their table.
Cindy glanced around.
“Don’t judge me when you didn’t see what happened.”
Her son took a breath.
“Mom, I spend my days helping people learn how to move again after injuries.”
Cindy’s face hardened.
Cindy glanced around.
“Don’t lecture me in front of these people.”
“Then you shouldn’t have humiliated him in front of them.”
The young woman stepped closer to Liam. She didn’t touch his chair or bend over him.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked.
