A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

Not just because I have a job again, but because something about what happened refuses to leave me. It lingers, like a whisper I can’t quite hear but can definitely feel.

That night, I can’t sleep.

I keep replaying everything—the girl, the interview, the woman’s words.

And then, sometime after midnight, I make a decision.

I go back to the bookstore.

It’s continue reading …