A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

sadly.

“Maybe,” she says. “But not like this.”

And then, just like that, she’s gone.

I stand there, alone in the quiet street, my heart racing, my mind spinning.

The brooch feels warm against my chest.

Days pass.

I start my new job, and everything feels… right. Not easy, not perfect, but right. Like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

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