Curious and cautious, I followed the boy, Travis, to a small house where I met my daughter Alice, whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. She explained she’d been struggling and was ashamed of how she’d disappeared, but Travis was her son. She never meant to hurt me, and the secret she’d hidden for so long finally came to light.
What started as a hunt for a thief turned into a family reunion that healed years of pain. Though Travis had stolen from me, his actions led me back to Alice and her son. We embraced, and I promised to help them both moving forward. My store’s loss became the beginning of rebuilding what was lost in my heart.