One eyebrow ticked briefly. Half-truths, at best; there was no closet in the images that she’d picked up. But there was no point in calling him on it. “I did see. Not good. Scott. And you are?” Long fingers flicked through the phone’s menus quickly, hesitating over the ‘dial’ button while she waited for an answer.
Isaac looked down and nodded, knowing he had to lie to her. He wasn’t going to tell a stranger exactly what happened, that he was triggered because someone pushed hum roughly, accidentally towards a freezer. “Isaac. My name is Isaac.”
Summer touched the key, listening to the ring. It rang several times before kicking over to voicemail. “Hello, Scott, my name is Summer, and I have your friend Isaac here. He’s suffered a panic attack and directed me to let you know. If you could call him back as soon as possible, that would be good.”
Looking back up to Isaac when she hung up, she said mildly, “Is there maybe an adult I can call now? Or will you let me take care of you? I’ve been there, panic attacks. At least let’s go sit you down somewhere more out of the way.”