Ariel Beckham.
I can’t seem to bring myself to go in. Am I still fired? I never asked again, probably too afraid of the answer. I’ve apologized, but it’s not enough. I don’t think a simple sorry will ever be enough for the way I judged him. I’ve seen his scars. I know his life has never been easy, so why didn’t I just hold my tongue? Just because I was angry?
I kick a stone off the pavement and sigh for what feels like the twentieth time.
The bar door open, and I stand up straighter, nerves kicking in, only to see Anita step out. Great... anyone but her.
The moment her eyes land on me, they sweep down from my face to my shoes, like she’s appraising me, deciding if I’m worth even a second glance. Disgust twists her features, and if I hadn’t overheard her little chat with Ramirez the ni
