The front of the store went quiet. Someone murmured, “She’s just a kid…” No one moved.
Except Daniel, who followed as Greg dragged Maya toward the office.
He knew this wasn’t about milk.

PART 2
The security room buzzed under harsh fluorescent lights. Maya sat on a plastic chair, feet dangling inches above the floor. Greg stood with arms crossed, proud, like he’d stopped a robbery.
“You understand what this means?” he said. “A record. Maybe your parents will finally learn something.”
Maya flinched at parents.
“My mom works nights,” she said softly. “She was sleeping. I didn’t want to wake her.”
“And your father?” Greg asked.
Silence.
Daniel stepped in calmly. “She’s eight,” he said. “Let’s slow down.”
“Store policy,” Greg snapped.
“She took milk,” Daniel replied. “Not a television.”
A knock interrupted them.
Officer Miller entered, taking in the scene with a tired breath. “What’s going on?”
“She was caught stealing,” Greg said.
Officer Miller crouched to Maya’s level. “Why didn’t you ask someone for help?”
Her voice cracked. “Last time they said no.”
The words landed hard.
Daniel knelt beside her. “Who’s waiting for you at home?”