The Girl with the Stolen Bread

The officer gently took Sofia’s hand.

The girl shuddered at the feeling of human contact.

As if she had forgotten what it was like to be treated with care.

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The police station was warm.

It smelled of old coffee and damp papers.

Sofia sat stiffly in a chair, observing everything with nervous eyes.

The officer placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of her.

—You can drink it.

The girl hesitated for a few seconds before grabbing the cup with both hands.

Tears appeared in her eyes at the first hot sip.

The officer felt something inside her slowly breaking.

Her name was Elena Ruiz.

He was thirty-two years old and had been working as a police officer for almost a decade.

I had seen violence.
Lies.
Horrible crimes.

But a child’s hunger always destroyed him more than anything else.

« Is someone looking for you? » Elena asked.

Sofia shook her head slowly.

-No.

—Where do you sleep?

—Where I can.

Elena took a deep breath.

Then he noticed something strange.

A dark bruise was visible beneath the girl’s sleeve.

Elena frowned.

—Sofia… who did that to you?

The girl tensed up immediately.

Too fast.

Too scared.

Elena understood immediately.

Someone was hurting her.

And probably for a long time.

« You don’t have to be afraid, » Elena said gently.

But Sofia began to tremble.

—He can’t know…

-Who?

The girl opened her mouth—

and the police station door suddenly exploded.

A tall man stormed in, furious.

His face was filled with rage.

And when Sofia saw him…

All the color disappeared from his face.

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