Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 35

At nearly six-foot-three, his frame was lean, still youthfully handsome with a boy-next-door charm.

Sherilyn pointed to herself, uncertain 'Me? Are you talking to me?"

"Yes." The tall young man stepped closer, raising his hand to reveal a set of keys he held and offering them to her, "These yours?"

Sherilyn glanced down. "Oh, they are."

She patted her backpack, wondering. "How'd they fall out?"

"Here" He smiled, handing them over, "Keep them safe. Don't let them slip away again.

"Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.' Sherilyn grinned, her gratitude genuine. Losing those keys would've locked her out for the night. Locksmiths cost a pretty penny

"Don't mention it." The young man stared at her face, a sense of familiarity washing over him, but before he could think deeply, he blurted out, "Have we met before? You look so familiar." Sherilyn paused, then chuckled, "That line's a bit cliché. Don't you think?"

"1. I didn't mean that. He flushed red, shaking his head and waving his hands, "You've got it all wrong. I honestly think I've seen you before..."

just

she turned

her leave, smacking his forehead. "Should've kept it simple! She'd never believe a word! And here I was, calling

What a shame.

or does she work around here?

dawn, Sherilyn was awake. Her period had started, and the pain was enough to pull her

with postpartum care

these days, she'd avoid dancing, steer clear of icy water, and endure. Sherilyn got up, attaching a heat patch to her undergarment

no dance class today, she had an important task. It was her grandmother's memorial day.

for such visits, and Sherilyn left before eight. As she got into her car, her

rang.

= 2*

Seeing

Gilbert' flash

screen made her frown, but she answered,

? What's up?

almost as if their roles had switched, Previously, it had