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!"

on Edgar was gentle

wrong. I'm fine with him, he's not mistreated

tugged at Gilbert's sleeve, "Let's

"Sherilyn?"

chilling

Sherilyn, his voice softening into a whisper meant

his embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

Edgar, it's better this way for

frozen, watching them walk away,

Empty... powerless, and aching!

found himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself against a

me, you're not okay... are

of sight, the warmth

display had been solely for

over, not by a long

needed attention.

opened 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

was in the wrong today, after

Gilbert looked really serious, barely holding

"You've hurt your

be serious. Now's not the

for this."

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