“So this is what you’re doing now?” he said. “Stealing from my store?”
Tears filled Lucy’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I just needed it for my brother and sister. They’re hungry.”
The customers nearby turned to look. Some whispered to one another, others just stared. Mr. Callahan shook his head slowly. “That’s no excuse. I should call the police right now.”
Before he could move, a calm male voice came from behind him. “Wait. Please don’t do that.”
Everyone turned to see Henry Whitaker, a tall man in a gray coat, stepping closer. He was a local businessman who had recently opened a community center nearby. His expression was firm but kind.
“How much does the milk cost?” he asked.
Mr. Callahan blinked. “Two dollars.”
Henry took a bill from his wallet and placed it on the counter. “Here’s twenty. Keep the change.”
He looked at Lucy and spoke gently. “Come with me, all right?”
Lucy hesitated, then nodded. Outside, the cold air bit at her cheeks, but she felt a strange sense of warmth in her chest. Henry led her to a small café across the street and ordered hot chocolate and a bowl of soup.
After a few minutes, he asked softly, “Where’s your mother?”