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

Both officers went still.

“How much?”

“Five hundred dollars.”

They both looked up. Something about their expressions had changed. They didn’t look angry, exactly, but tense, concerned.

“You didn’t speak to her father directly?” the second officer asked.

Another pause. When the first officer spoke again, I realized the true depth of the trouble I was in.

“You understand that when an adult interacts with a child they don’t know, especially involving gifts or money, it can raise concerns.”

My stomach dropped. Everything good I’d tried to do was suddenly being reframed into something sinister.

“Concerns about what?” I asked.

But I already knew. I could see it in their eyes.

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