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?"

she could finish, a familiar female

and breezy, "Are you looking for Gilbert? He's a bit tied up now, but you can tell me. It's

wondered, 'Could she be so

was wondering...

bring herself to ask outright for money anymore. She could only hope

soon as

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

you..." Before Sherilyn could finish, the line went

the sake of old times or because they

baby in her

at the winter sun, its warmth bittersweet, tears welled up in

bit her lip, warning herself. "What right do you have to cry? You're a mother. You have a child to take care of!

apartment had burned down, and she

later, Sherilyn, holding her baby, ran

"Thief! She stole something!"

"Catch her!"

behind her