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. The

few minutes, before Sherilyn reached the

offered shelter from

once I'm on the bus,

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

passengers standing up and stretching to look outside.

seen

What was happening?

out the window, guessing there was

passenger behind her, "What's

been

part of the

it? Wonder how many people got

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

we

overpass ahead, the guys

to herself, Just