I sat down across from him, trying to keep my expression neutral, but I could feel the tension in my shoulders.
He didn’t say anything at first. Just tapped a few keys on his computer.
Then he turned the screen toward me.
Security footage.
There I was.
Standing behind the register.
The woman in front of me.
Her baby crying softly in the carrier.
Her hands shaking as she counted coins—again and again—as if somehow they might multiply if she just tried hard enough.
I remembered the moment clearly.
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