The wheels of the wheelchair creaked against the floor as Rose drove herself over to where Damien and Rolan were playing table tennis. Just then, the ball shot high into the air—Damien's bat had hit it hard. The ball flew in Rolan's direction. Rolan leapt up, smacking it back with equal force.
It was a full-on competition. Both of them were locked in, battling to beat each other. They were putting in serious effort.
Rose pressed her lips together and stopped pushing the wheelchair.
What was she thinking? she asked herself.
She was already starting to doubt her decision. Why had she even decided to tell Rolan in the first place? Emotions. They were messing with her head. She couldn't go through with this. There was no point. What good would it do?
Rose regretted everything—but by the time she did, it was already too late. She had already called out, "Rolan, I have something important to discuss with you."
