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.

by the cemetery, Wind Bridge was quite secluded. The nearest bus stop was

gathering. It looked like rain was on the way. Within a few minutes, before Sherilyn reached the stop, rain

offered shelter from the rain, coming down

the bus, it'll

hour's ride from Wind Bridge to the city center. Sherilyn felt a twinge in her belly and leaned against the window, just bearing it. Due

her eyes, she saw the bus in disarmy, passengers standing up and stretching to look outside. The

seen

What was happening?

guessing there was a traffic

to ask the passenger behind her, "What's going

been

tell you, part of the

believe it? Wonder

Sherilyn frowned, a bad feeling creeping over her. She might not make it to

can we

say. With the collapsed overpass ahead, the guys must clear the

thought to herself,