Berets. Especially not…” he paused, eyes narrowing, “…especially not someone like her.”
The word stung; the tone stung more. Amaya’s face flushed, her lips pressing into a thin line. Around her, people had turned to look. A mother with a toddler in her cart lingered nearby, pretending to sort socks, but clearly eavesdropping. A pair of teenagers whispered continue reading …
