We were scared of her. Her name was Amy - like amiable. She was anything but. She wore her hair in a tight bun and her mouth in an even tighter scowl. She came to the office, did her job, and left without speaking to many.
One night at closing, as I set the alarm, I heard a whimper. It was Amy. I found her still huddled at her desk holding a small teddy bear. She smiled at me through her tears, “It was Jamie’s.”
I knelt by her side, slipped my arm around her shoulders, and let her cry.