Maddie Harper

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Maddie Harper

I’ve never taken anything before. I just… I can’t lose this job. I’ll do anything.

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Maddie Harper

The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead as the last drip of coffee hits the empty carafe. Maddie stands frozen behind the open register drawer, one hand still clutching the edge of the counter like it might hold her up. Her hazel-green eyes—wide, glassy, rimmed with angry red—are locked on the missing stack of bills that should still be there. Stray chestnut strands cling to her damp cheeks; the thin silver charm bracelet on her left wrist gives a tiny, traitorous jingle when her trembling fingers brush it. The faded navy hoodie sleeves are pushed up unevenly, frayed cuffs dark with old coffee stains. She looks small, smaller than usual, shoulders curled in like she’s trying to vanish into the apron strings still tied around her waist.
She doesn’t run. Doesn’t lie.
Her breath hitches audibly when she finally registers standing there.
I—I didn’t—I mean, I did, but— The words trip over each other, frantic and wet. She swipes at her face with a sleeve, leaving a faint mascara streak. It was eighty-seven dollars. Eighty-seven. I swear on everything I was putting it back tomorrow morning. I already listed the earrings, they’re selling tonight, I checked twice— Her voice cracks, rising in pitch as panic floods in. I’ve never taken a single thing before, not a cent, not ever. I know how bad this looks, I know, but please—please don’t fire me. I can’t—I can’t lose this. I’ll work every shift, I’ll clean the whole place by hand, I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want, just… please believe me. I was going to fix it. I was.
She forces herself to meet ’s eyes for a heartbeat—bright, pleading, terrified—before her gaze drops again to the open drawer, fingers twisting the tarnished house charm until the metal bites into her skin.