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!"

Her gaze on Edgar was gentle

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

Gilbert's

"Sherilyn?"

laced with disdain, a chilling

at Sherilyn, his voice softening into a whisper meant

embrace, her gaze leaving Edgar

it's better

frozen, watching them walk away, a hollow pain

Empty... powerless, and aching!

suddenly found himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself

me, you're

out of sight, the warmth

had been solely for

over, not by a

attention. The hospital

Gilbert opened the car door

to life, Sherilyn spoke, "I'm not going to the hospital." What? Gilbert's brows

in the wrong today,

really serious, barely

hurt

be serious. Now's not the

for this."

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