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

That somehow made it worse.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I said quickly, already grabbing my coat. “I just bought her cupcakes.”

“We understand,” the other officer said, holding the door open. “We just need to clear a few things up.”

Clear a few things up.

What does that even mean? What could possibly need clearing up here?

I ran through a thousand scenarios in my head.

Had I accidentally done something illegal?

Was there some law about talking to children I didn’t know about? Was kindness suddenly a crime?

The ride to the station was quiet.

I kept replaying the café in my head.

The girl’s tears. The way she hugged me. The money under the teapot.

At the station, they led me into a small interview room.

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