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

“That’s her,” he said, pointing at me.

“That’s the woman.”

My heart jumped.

Here it comes, I thought. Whatever accusation.

Whatever misunderstanding. Whatever consequence I was about to face.

The officer stood. “Sir, can you explain why you contacted the police?”

The man swallowed hard.

“I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just… I didn’t know how else to do it.”

The café owner stepped forward.

Wait.

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