He nodded, but kept looking at the floor.
Later, alone in the hallway, I blamed myself for sending him in. I knew the woman was responsible.
That didn’t stop me seeing him on his knees.
“But I didn’t finish.”
The next morning, I went back by myself.
The manager was a tired man with kind eyes. He didn’t make me wait.
“I pulled the security footage,” he said. “I also spoke with every employee who saw it.”
My pulse jumped. “And?”
“Your brother offered her his money,” the manager said. “He never threatened or touched anyone. The footage doesn’t support her complaint. I’m sorry. You’re both welcome here.”
“I pulled the security footage,”
I should have felt relieved.
Instead, I kept picturing Theo kneeling while strangers watched.
The manager had cleared his name, but that couldn’t erase what had happened to Theo, or the pain it had caused him.