Rose stood up from the seat without thinking about it. "What happened?" she asked.
Welma frowned as she took in Rose's appearance. "I should be asking you. Your eyes are all red."
Welma pulled her hand from her pocket and approached Rose. She lightly touched her on the shoulder, and Rose sighed. She dropped back into her seat.
"What happened?" Welma asked.
Perhaps it was because she was too mentally exhausted and emotionally drained, or she just wanted to try to ease the pain a little bit—Rose replied before she could stop herself.
"It's my mother," she whispered, surprised that more tears weren't running down her cheeks. "She has always been sick, but I think this might be it."
Welma put her hands over her mouth to keep from gasping. "I am so sorry," she whispered.
