Chapter 8 - Margot
“What are you doing?” I hissed as I caught up with Rhett at the door.
“I’m taking the toys we picked out,” he said nonchalantly, looking at me like I was the crazy one for questioning him. He was the one pushing a shopping cart loaded down with toys straight for the door like he was trying to steal them.
And what was crazier, no one was trying to stop him! He was right in view of the cashiers, and instead of calling for help or yelling out to him, they just stood by and watched as he pushed hundreds of dollars of toys toward the automatic doors.
“You can’t take these without paying for them,” I tried to convince him.
“Who’s going to stop me?” he asked with a self-satisfied look on his face, like he had me backed into a corner, knowing no one was going to do anything
