Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 37

About half an hour later, they made their way down.

Sherlyn still had her face mask on. They descended as she ascended, brushing past each other once more.

Suddenly, one of the middle-aged men ahead in the group turned around, watching Sherilyn's retreating figure thoughtfully.

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing." The middle-aged man returned to reality, cracking a slight smile. "Nothing, let's go."

Sherilyn, meanwhile, hurried back to her grandmother's grave. Beside her bouquet, there was another, considerably bigger-sized and of a finer variety, looking very fresh. The gravestone was much more clean and polished. Undoubtedly, they had wiped it thoroughly

Hmph! Sherilyn scoffed, picking up the bouquet, "Grandma, I've brought you flowers. Don't be mad. We don't need this. I'm taking this bouquet so it won't dirty your place."

She initially wanted to toss it aside, but not wanting to disturb her grandma's neighbors, she held back her disgust and carried the bouquet out of the cemetery. And then she threw it into a trash can. Feeling relieved, she could head home.

Sherilyn walked toward the bus stop, checking the time. It was eleven o'clock, and she was well on time.

Wind Bridge was quite secluded.

were gathering. It looked like rain was on the way. Within a few minutes, before Sherilyn reached the stop, rain began to fall. "Ah!" Sherilyn yelped, quickly shielding her head with her backpack. She hadn't brought an umbrella and couldn't afford to get soaked. She dashed to the

offered shelter from the rain, coming

I'm on the bus, it'll be fine. Maybe

her belly and

the bus in disarmy, passengers standing up and stretching to look outside.

seen

What was happening?

window, guessing there

passenger

there's been an

of

it? Wonder how

of that scale? Sherilyn frowned, a bad feeling creeping over her. She might not make it to the town hall in

we get moving

overpass ahead, the guys

to herself, Just