A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

the book,” she continues. “The same one you gave her.”

I feel a strange warmth spread through me.

“I think… she’s at peace now,” Margaret adds.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

“Thank you,” she says quietly.

“For what?”

“For listening to her,” she replies.

I leave her office with a full heart, the kind that feels heavy and light at the same time.

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