She was clutching the Lucky Charms so hard the box was bending.
“Henry didn’t do it,” she said.
Terrence knelt down.
Slowly. His knees cracked. He got eye level with my daughter.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Zoe.”
“Zoe,” Terrence said. “I need you to tell me exactly what you saw. Take your time. Okay? You’re not in trouble. Nobody’s in trouble except whoever did something wrong.”
Zoe told him.
Everything. The end cap. The gap. Henry on the step ladder with his back turned. The woman propping her phone against the apple juice. Looking both ways. Putting her hand on the side of the cart.
Pushing.
The crash.
Picking up the phone. Turning it around. Oh my God. Are you kidding me.
Terrence listened to the whole thing.
He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t look skeptical. He didn’t say are you sure.
