Jonathan, the museum guard, swiftly grabbed the intruder and wrenched off his mask.
But he was actually a she, who wasn’t more than fifteen or sixteen. The fear on her face was palpable, but she stared Jonathan squarely in the eyes.
Jonathan’s face softened.
“Lost your way kid?”
“So the green diamond, really? Wouldn’t a convenience store have been easier?”
“Right, I’ll just call social services….”
Jonathan raised his brows.
Jonathan saw tears welling up in her eyes.
“Why don’t you tell me what this is all about? Maybe I can help?”
Hesitatingly, she started talking.
Her mother was seriously ill, she needed an operation but they had no money, no insurance.
“Listen, I can’t promise everything will be alright, but I do know that you can’t help your mom this way,” said Jonathan.
“Come on, let’s get you home kid.”
The next day, Jonathan cashed the lottery cheque he was going to surprise his wife with, the day she was killed in a crash.