“Misunderstanding or not,” I said, my voice firm, “Timmy deserves to be treated with kindness and included like everyone else. If you can’t promise me that, we’re leaving.”

Betsy opened her mouth as if to protest but then seemed to think better of it. Instead, she gave a small nod. “If that’s what you feel is best, Alicia.”

I turned back to Timmy, who was watching the exchange with wide, apprehensive eyes. I took his hand, feeling the small, reassuring squeeze he gave in return.

“Let’s go, sweetie,” I said softly. “You can pack your things, and then we’ll head home.”