A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

closed, of course, the lights off, the windows dark. But I stand outside anyway, staring at the reflection of myself in the glass.

And then I see her.

At first, I think it’s just my imagination, a trick of the light.

But then she steps forward.

The same girl.

The same sad eyes.

The same quiet presence.

My heart pounds as I turn around.

“You…” I breathe.

She continue reading …