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!"

like ice. "I don't understand how you

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

back at Sherilyn. "Aren't you going

the sunflowers, Sherilyn had nothing to

that, she turned and

I've made her leave. I'll tell the doctors and nurses not to let her come here anymore."

hospital, Sherilyn was in disbelief. No way. The buses stopped running at 8 in

a two-hour walk the previous night and faced the same ordeal,

not checking the timetable, she had

District Sanatorium where Sylvia was, prided itself on

eerily quiet. Suddenly, a motorcycle zoomed past her, then circled back to stop before her. A young man with bleached hair sat on it, giving her a not-so-friendly smile. "Hey, girl, why

frowned at the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes emanating from the

but he blocked her way. "Come on, don't be

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

Sherilyn's hand, trying

struggling fiercely. "I

playing hard to get! Come on, I give