For a second, Chauncy didn’t move. Then slowly— He reached into his pocket. And pulled them out. Two candy bars. One small snack. Crinkled from being held too tight. “I didn’t steal them.” The words came out fast. Too fast. “They were given to me—outside. I was just—” “Those are from this store.” The manager cut him off. Flat. Certain. Chauncy blinked. “No—they’re not, I mean—they are, but I didn’t take them. Someone gave them to me, I swear.”