Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 25

"Get her out of here!" Caroline's grip tightened on Gilbert's arm, hier voloe laced with desperation. I can't stand the sight of her. Tell her to leave. Now!"

Gilbert didn't need to think twice. "Fine"

He turned to Sherilyn, his eyes blazing with anger. "Didn't you hear? Leover"

Sherilyn let out a barely audible scoff, setting down the electric shaver she had been holding and wiping her hands before turning to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing Caroline's distressed look made Gilbert feel he needed to defend her honor.

He grabbed the bunch of sunflowers from the table. "These are from you?"

"Yes," Sherilyn nodded.

"Take them with you" Gilbert waved dismissively

What? Sherilyn was stunned. Was she even unworthy of offering flowers to Francis, someone she saw as a beloved older brother?

"What are you waiting for? Seeing her stand frozen, Gilbert took matters into his hands. He stormed over, grabbed the sunflowers, and thrust them into Sherilyn's arms His words were cold and harsh. "You think he'd appreciate your flowers? if it weren't for you, his child would have been three years old

now!"

through her like ice. "I don't understand how you

her shoulders trembling as if she was crying, "Gilbert, please stop! I'm

stunned, Gilbert directed his anger back at Sherilyn. "Aren't you going to

the sunflowers, Sherilyn had

leaving. With that, she turned and walked away without looking

I'll tell the doctors and nurses not to

closest to the hospital, Sherilyn was in disbelief. No way. The

a two-hour walk the previous night and faced the same ordeal, hun Retuming only a few days

timetable,

private hospital, even more secluded than the Southern District Sanatorium where Sylvia was,

eerily quiet. Suddenly, a motorcycle zoomed past her, then circled back to stop before her. A young man with bleached hair

frowned at the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes emanating

past him, but he blocked her way. "Come

Sherilyn's legs. "I said I'd take you. Come on,

Sherilyn's hand, trying to pull her toward

struggling fiercely.

get! Come on, I give you a