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My promise of snacking later didn’t extend to my stomach which exhibited the hunger of an overstuffed cat. I retraced my steps and came back to the front of the house. The blooming roses smiled back at me, but I had my eyes on only one plant, the fox rose. The tell-tale flower still held life, but the tops of the petals showed signs of wilt.
I cupped the flower in one palm and sighed. “What am I supposed to do?” I whispered to the innocent rose. “Am I supposed to tell them everything or just stand here and watch while everything and everyone is destroyed? Please tell me.” The rose merely smiled back at me. I raised my palm and studied the creases. “What am I supposed to do with this power?”
A sudden wave of nausea struck me. I cupped my forehead in my hand and grimaced agai
