But desperation rarely earns understanding. The store manager, Mr. Reynolds, saw only what the cameras showed — a child hiding something in her jacket. He grabbed her arm, called her a thief, and threw her into the street as customers looked away.
Emily stood outside, trembling, too humiliated to cry. The crushed carton of milk lay beside her feet.
A Stranger Steps Forward
The sight of the frightened girl hit him harder than he expected. He’d seen that same look once before — in his own reflection as a child.
“Are you all right?” he asked quietly.
Emily flinched, unsure whether to answer. Before she could speak, Mr. Reynolds came storming out, muttering about “people like her.”
Michael’s expression changed. His voice stayed calm but sharp. “Do you even know why she took it?”
The manager folded his arms. “Doesn’t matter. Stealing’s stealing.”
Michael crouched to meet Emily’s eyes. “Why did you take the milk, sweetheart?”
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