Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Finally, she had a baby. The blonde nurse cradled the newborn into Sherilyn's arms, and she wept with joy amidst her overwhelming tears. It was her child., her family. From then on, she wouldn't be alone

anymore!

Closing her eyes, she passed out from exhaustion.

When she came out of the coma, Sherilyn held her baby close, silent and downcast.

The blonde nurse looked at her helplessly. She was there to remind Sherilyn about the hospital bill. Sherilyn had paid some, but it was far from enough.

Sherilyn kept her head low, lost for words. She knew it was shameful, but she was out of money.

"Phew." Though stern, the nurse had a soft heart. Seeing how young Sherilyn was, she guessed the girl had been abandoned. "Don't you have family or friends? Contact them. Maybe they can help." After saying that, she left, not pressing too hard.

Sherilyn lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears. She had no family, no friends; she was completely alone. But she was a mother. She couldn't just dodge the hospital bills like a deadbeat! Digging through her bag, Sherilyn found her phone. After eight long months, she dialed Gilbert's number.

Ring. Ring. Ring. After an agonizingly long wait, the call connected.

"Gi..."

"Hello?"

familiar female voice answered. It

Sherilyn?" Caroline's voice was light and breezy, "Are you looking for Gilbert? He's a bit tied up now, but you can tell

'Could she be so kind?

was desperate. "I was wondering... if he could

to ask outright for money anymore. She could

pay it back. As soon as

Caroline's voice was amiable, "Alright, I'll let him know.

Sherilyn could finish, the line went

her phone, her heart sinking. Gilbert would help, right? It may be for the sake of old times or because they weren't officially divorced yet. But days passed,

later, she stood at the hospital's main entrance, her baby

at the winter sun, its warmth bittersweet, tears welled

right do you have to cry? You're a mother. You have a child to take care of! No

she was penniless. Her apartment had burned

later, Sherilyn, holding her baby, ran heedlessly

"Thief! She stole something!"

"Catch her!"

urgent footsteps behind her got closer and