A Home For Christmas

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ly beautiful. She has red hair pulled back in a bun and bright green eyes, she has a beautiful dress on but her

e forgotten to pay for those items, but not to worry, it can happen. How about we head to the counter and get you checked out?" she smiles,

rrect my behavior, without any judgment and God knows I wish I could do as she asks. I felt

my shoulders and starts guiding me towards the back of the shop. I know that I shouldn't let her, that I should run or even

some tissues from a box that's placed on a small coffee table in the corner of the room. "Thank you." She gives me a warm smile but doesn't say anything. Instead, sh

t now is shame washing over me. "You weren't planning on paying, were you, sweetheart?" I don't want to look up, I don't want to see the look in her eyes

t to!" I feel myself start to panic and take slow breaths. As she goes to speak, the door to the room that we are in opens and a man walks in, fuck it's that guy. I'd never seen him before, and t

s going on, Mom?" Mom? Oh, fuck! I hear movements, and then two shiny brown shoes appear in my side view right before he gets down on h

t to look at him. "What's happening?" he asks me. His voice is strong and holds a no-nonsense tone but still, f

me look away. His eyebrows climb his forehead while a look of confusion graces his insanely handsome face and I get it. Who the hell would s

m thing about it. I swear I would pay if I could. Please don't call the police, she only has me!" My pan

ng to be OK, we are going to work this out." the woman comes to sit in front of me and even though I can hear what she's saying, f

ords as my heart pounds even harder. "Look at me now!" I don't know why but something in his tone makes me listen, and my head snaps up to look at him. "I'm sorry." I know I'

ause just a few moments later I finally get a full breath and feel so much better for it. The door opens and the woman... his Mom walks in with a glass of water and hands it to me. "Ta

answer he jumps in. "No, as long as you tell us what's going on and why you tried to steal children's clothes and shoes." I look

ood reason not to call them." I don't think it's up to him, I'm pretty sure th

na and that means there's a risk that I could lose her forever, But if I face the cops without her name coming into it then I know that the others will look after

the cops will find out your real name anyway." he sounds pissed, and I don't blame him. Most people would have called the cops by now but neither of them has