I Bought Two Cupcakes for a Crying Little Girl in a Café – Days Later, I Opened My Door and Froze

“About boundaries,” he replied. “About intentions.

About whether the interaction was appropriate.”

“I was just trying to help. She was grieving.”

“We’re not saying you did anything wrong,” he said.

And somehow that made it feel like they were. Like they were waiting for me to confess to something.

“But we received a report, and we’re obligated to follow up.”

“A report?” I repeated.

“Who reported me?”

He didn’t answer that. Just moved on to the next question like I hadn’t spoken.

“Do you have children?”

“Any prior contact with minors outside your family?”

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