Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

As soon as Gilbert stepped through the foyer of Golden Oak Manor, a wave of cooking smells hit him.

He immediately frowned. "What's that smell?"

The lights were on in the living room, and there seemed to be activity coming from the kitchen. Someone was home? How could that be? Could it be a burglar?

No, that didn't make sense. Not only would a burglar need the guts to break in, but they'd also start cooking.

He chuckled at the thought. Golden Oak Manor's security was top-notch. Even a mouse from next door would think twice before sneaking in.

"Who's there?" Gilbert's handsome face darkened as he shouted, "Show yourself!"

"Coming!" At his call, Sherilyn responded and hurried out to meet him, her hands clasped in front of her.

She spoke softly, "You're back."

At that moment, Gilbert was stunned.

The girl before him was tall and slender, perhaps too slim, but undeniably beautiful, especially her bright, big eyes that seemed to take up half her face.

her. Yet, there was a strange sense

the idea of someone invading his space, whatever

a brief chuckle escaping her. So, he

her lip, replying

subconsciously, then suddenly startled. Sherilyn? As

grandmother had mentioned bringing Sherilyn back. He knew about

him about it earlier that day. He had

upon closer inspection, the shadow of her former self lingered

did it matter? No matter how stunning she was on the outside, it couldn't hide her rotten

for almost four years, needed to

back." Gilbert

She stayed put, as he had instructed,

the couch, gesturing for her to sit opposite

Sherilyn nodded. "Okay."

folder, placing it in front of Sherilyn.

What was this?

document. In black and white, it

been resolved four years ago." Gilbert spoke evenly, "But Grandma