“That doesn’t make it true.”
He looked toward the front of the store.
“Mr. Alaric said one more serious complaint could mean I lose my job.”
I didn’t know what to say.
Bryan rubbed his palms against his work pants.
“I’ve been doing better. I really have.”
“Better at what?”
“Not making mistakes.”
Sasha spoke before I could.
“But you didn’t make a mistake.”
Bryan looked at her, and for the first time, I saw a tiny smile.
“Thanks,” he said.
A few minutes later, Alaric returned and asked Bryan to join us in a quiet seating area beside the customer service desk.
He’d reviewed the footage.
The camera angle didn’t show every bottle clearly, but it showed Nora pushing the cart after Bryan had stopped and spoken to her. The bottles fell immediately afterward.
Bryan hadn’t been responsible.
Alaric explained this to him first.
“You did the right thing by asking her to wait.”
