Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Scheme?" The word caught Gilbert off guard, his expression as stormy as a tempest at sea. "What 'scheme' are you talking about?" "What, indeed?"

Edgar's lips curled in scorn. "Got the guts to do it but not to own it, Gilbert? I'm clued in, you know. That whole drama at Crestwood! Sherilyn had nothing to do with you... it was you... you orchestrated the whole thing!"

Crestwood?

If Edgar hadn't brought it up, Gilbert probably would've forgotten about that whole thing.

He knows the truth?

"Oh..."

Realization dawned on Gilbert as he glanced at the woman in his arms.

No wonder they were in tears earlier, clinging to each other. Mourning their unforgettable past, were they? How touching!

"Yeah, I set it all up, so what?"

Chin up, eyelids half-drooping in defiance, Gilbert retorted, "You planning on taking her back?"

A flicker of resolve crossed Edgar's face, "Give her back to me!"

"Ha." Gilbert's eyebrows danced in amusement, a scoff escaping him, "You think you're up to it? Sort out your own mess first!"

"I..."

"Edgar!"

up, halting him. Her gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a

"You've got it wrong. I'm fine

at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

snort was laced with disdain, a chilling glint in

his voice softening into a whisper meant

embrace, her gaze

it's better this way

walk away, a hollow pain

Empty... powerless, and aching!

found himself unsteady, reaching out to steady

to me,

sight, the warmth

display had been

over, not by a

needed attention. The hospital was their

word, Gilbert opened the car door

the car roared to life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows knitted together in frustration. Was she picking

in the

looked really serious, barely

hurt

be serious. Now's not

for this."

shook her head, "I just don't want to go to