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!"

gaze on Edgar was gentle yet firm, a silent plea for him

wrong.

at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert's snort was laced with disdain, a chilling glint in his eyes,

into a whisper meant for lovers,

embrace, her

better this way for

frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow pain burgeoning in his

Empty... powerless, and aching!

found himself unsteady, reaching out to

you're lying to me,

of sight, the warmth on

had been solely

over, not by a long

injured arm needed attention. The hospital was

a word, Gilbert opened the car

life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital."

the wrong

serious,

"You've hurt

Now's not the

for this."

making a fuss." Sherilyn shook her head, "I just don't want to go