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!"

him. Her gaze on Edgar was

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

Gilbert's

"Sherilyn?"

laced with disdain, a chilling

Sherilyn, his voice softening into a

embrace, her gaze leaving

Edgar, it's better this

frozen, watching them walk away, a

Empty... powerless, and aching!

himself unsteady, reaching out to steady himself against

to me, you're not

sight, the warmth on Gilbert's

display had been

wasn't over, not by a long

attention. The hospital

the car door for Sherilyn

"I'm not going to the hospital." What?

was in the wrong today, after

Gilbert looked really serious, barely holding

"You've hurt your arm,

Now's

for this."

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