“No, Emma,” I said.

“You’re not in any trouble at all.”

“I’m sorry I sat in Olivia’s chair,” Emma said softly.

“I forgot it was her special breakfast spot.”

“You’re allowed to sit at the table,” I said.

“Nobody has any right to hurt you for sitting in a chair.”

Emma turned her face into the rabbit’s worn purple ear.

“Aunt Vanessa got mad at me last month, too.”