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.

Bridge was quite secluded. The nearest bus stop was a ten-minute

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

stop offered shelter from

thought, once I'm on the bus, it'll be

center. Sherilyn felt a twinge in her belly and leaned against the window, just bearing it. Due to waking up too early, she

in disarmy, passengers standing up and

seen

What was happening?

guessing

the passenger behind her,

been an

you, part of the

believe it? Wonder how

that scale? Sherilyn frowned, a bad feeling creeping over

can we get

With the collapsed overpass ahead, the guys must clear the road

thought to herself, Just my