For weeks, I stayed up late, watching cameras and setting traps to catch the thief stealing from my small grocery store. I had run the store for years and was determined to protect it. My customers were like family, and I’d watched their kids grow up. But lately, things were disappearing from the shelves, and I knew someone was stealing,
After installing cameras and an alarm system, I finally caught the thief on footage—a boy, barely fourteen, with familiar eyes. He was my daughter’s son. Alice, my daughter, had run away fifteen years ago, and I had spent years searching for her.