The store was busy.
Carts moving. People talking. Lines forming.
Nothing unusual.
The woman placed her groceries on the counter.
Bread. Milk. A few small items.
She looked tired.
The kind of tired that doesn’t go away with sleep.
“Do you have a membership card?” the cashier asked.
She shook her head.
“No.”
The cashier began scanning.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Routine.
Until—
he paused.
“…Ma’am?”
“Yes?”
He held up a small box.
“I think this isn’t yours.”
She frowned.
“What?”
“This,” he said, turning it toward her.
She looked at it.
Confused.
“I didn’t take that.”
The cashier checked the screen.
“It was scanned with your items.”
The woman glanced back.
A boy stood behind her.
Maybe nine.
Quiet.
Still.
Watching everything.
“Did you put this here?” she asked.
The boy didn’t move.
Didn’t look away.
Just nodded once.
Slowly.
“Why?” she asked.
Her voice softer now.
The boy hesitated.
Then stepped closer.
Not too close.
Just enough.
And spoke.
“You forgot it last time.”
The woman froze.
“…What?”
The cashier stopped moving.
The line behind them went quiet.
“I saw you,” the boy continued.
“You were here before.”
The woman shook her head.
“I’ve never been here with you.”
The boy tilted his head slightly.
“Yes,” he said.
“You were.”
Silence.
The woman’s hands tightened on the counter.
“That’s not possible.”
The boy reached into his pocket.
Pulled something out.
Small.
Worn.
And placed it gently on the counter.
The woman looked down.
And her face changed instantly.
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