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.

to its location by the cemetery, Wind Bridge was quite secluded. The nearest bus stop was a

minutes, before Sherilyn reached the stop, rain began to fall. "Ah!" Sherilyn yelped, quickly shielding her

stop offered shelter from

the

center. Sherilyn felt a twinge in her belly and leaned

passengers standing up and stretching to look outside. The driver was

seen

What was happening?

guessing there

to ask the passenger behind

there's been an

tell you, part of the overpass

you believe it? Wonder how many people got

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

can we get moving

the collapsed overpass ahead,

herself,