A teen girl tried to steal a book from our store

evening, as I walk home, I pass by a small park.

And for just a moment, I see her again.

Not clearly, not fully—just a glimpse.

A girl sitting on a bench, reading a book, her expression peaceful.

She looks up, meets my eyes, and smiles.

And then she’s gone.

I stop walking, my heart steady now, no longer racing, no longer confused.

Because this time, I understand.continue reading …