(Aria)
The next morning, I was in the warehouse checking the new inventory procedures when Ashley appeared at the entrance. She looked worn out. Her eyes were red, her hair messy, and her clothes crumpled as if she had slept in them.
"Luna," she said quietly. "Can we talk?"
I looked up from the clipboard where I was working with Owen. He glanced at Ashley and me, uneasy.
"Owen, can you give us a moment?" I asked.
"Sure, Luna. I will check the storage room," he said.
Once he left, Ashley moved closer. She walked slowly, like she was afraid I would tell her to leave.
"What do you want, Ashley?" I asked.
"I want to apologize," she said, her voice breaking. "I want to ask for your forgiveness."
I put down my clipboard and crossed my arms. "For what exactly?"
"For everything I did wro
