Regret
“I’m sorry,” Cheri stammered out, near to the brink of tears. She felt embarrassed and regretful.
“I shouldn’t have assumed without knowing the facts. I just…I found a receipt in his pocket and I…”
“I’m busy, ma’am. I have customers waiting, if you don’t mind…” Jenna looked at her, blurting the words. Cheri left then, but the nagging feeling in her mind did not.