Not nervous laughter.
Not uneasy laughter.
The kind that comes when humiliation feels consequence-free.
Rosa’s face burned.
She stepped forward. “Please,” she said quietly. “He’s just a child.”
“Relax,” one man said. “It’s a joke.”
Another added, “Good lesson for him.”
The boy hadn’t laughed.
He hadn’t moved.
He was staring at the safe—not in fear, not in awe, but with calm curiosity.
