POLICE MARCUS
Inside was a drawing: a stick-figure man in a big square uniform, a tiny girl holding a rabbit, and a big yellow circle floating between them like the sun. At the bottom, in messy toddler handwriting helped by adult hands, were the words:
I TOLD THE TRUTH. NO JAIL. THANK YOU.
Marcus pinned it above his desk.
Because in a job where you could drown in the worst of humanity, sometimes you needed the reminder that the world could also be saved by something as small as a two-year-old learning that honesty doesn’t have to end in punishment.
Sometimes it ends in relief.
Sometimes it ends in a hug.
And sometimes, it ends with a sticker on a brave rabbit’s forehead.
