The bell of the cafe rang as the door swung open. Rose walked inside and looked around for me. When she finally found me, she hurried to my direction and sat beside me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“There is something I need to tell you, but you have to promise that you won’t judge me,” I said, hoping she would agree. There was a lot more behind this all.
“Alright, I won’t judge you!” She exclaimed while waiting for me to open up and tell what was actually wrong.
“When my mother was sick, I did something horri-well, it wasn’t horrible, but now it feels horrible.” I quickly started ranting to Rose. “I slept with someone for money, and now, that person is not who I thought he was.”
Rose’s reaction was something I didn’t expect. She was a little surprised her eyes weren’t wide open, a
