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.

location by the cemetery, Wind Bridge was quite secluded.

sky, noticing it was getting darker. Clouds 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

the stop offered shelter from the rain, coming

on the bus, it'll be fine. Maybe

the city center. Sherilyn felt a twinge in her belly and leaned against the window, just bearing it.

disarmy, passengers standing up and stretching

seen

What was happening?

guessing there was a traffic

the passenger behind her, "What's

there's been

tell you, part of the

you believe it? Wonder how many people

frowned, a bad feeling creeping over her. She might not

can we

With the collapsed overpass ahead, the

herself, Just