Michael froze. He knew that signal.

It was the hand sign children were taught in schools and safety videos: a silent S.O.S., a cry for help without words.

The soldier’s heart clenched. He couldn’t storm over—he had no proof, only a gesture. And if he frightened the wrong man, it could make things worse. He needed to think carefully.

Reaching into his pocket, Michael pulled out a wrapped piece of hard candy he’d grabbed at the register. He stood casually, walked past the booths, and stopped near the little girl. With a gentle smile, he held out the candy.