Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Alright, I'll be right over."

Hanging up the phone, Gilbert immediately rushed to Pinecrest Villa.

This wasn't his first visit because this was where Sawyer lived.

Pressing the doorbell, it was Sawyer who answered.

"Mr. Gilbert," Sawyer stepped aside, saying, "please, come in."

"Thanks." Gilbert nodded, stepping inside.

"You're here."

Inside, Francis was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.

"Big bro," Gilbert flashed a smile, looking around, "What's up? You're being all mysterious."

Francis' expression was serious as he stretched his arms and stood up from the couch. Gilbert quickly picked up a cane lying nearby and handed it to him. "Big bro, here." "Thanks." Francis took it, casting a glance at his brother, "Follow me upstairs."

"Oh, okay."

Gilbert felt a chill, sensing something wasn't quite right.

He followed his brother upstairs.

Francis led the way, silent, stopping in front of a door.

Gilbert was

"I want you to meet

for the doorknob and gently

Gilbert looked inside.

messy, but it looked like someone had tried to tidy up by arranging items neatly around

years old, was sitting cross-legged, completely absorbed in playing with

was stunned, looking up at

carefully closed the door, not wanting to startle the child

holding his breath, shock spreading

many questions, yet

this child? Where did

Seeing his brother's grave

at his brother and slightly

you're

his composure. How could this be? How was this

He remembered.

having Sawyer look for someone. It seemed now, it was this child? Perhaps,

a woman's

an affair, even though she hadn't found

digesting the news, Gilbert looked at his brother and asked, "What are

he rephrased

I should ask, how do you

answer, Gilbert lowered his voice, yet spoke firmly, "Big bro, don't

his distinguished face devoid