Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Fidelia had no reason to tangle with him anymore.

"No worries, Fidelia. I'm heading out now."

Sherilyn waved at Fidelia, making her way to the foyer to pull open the front door. It was nearly noon, and she was running late for her daily visit to the Sunset Ridge Community. Jenna would be worried by

now.

However, as the door swung open, she was greeted by the sight of a young man with a sturdy build standing on the doorstep.

"Ms. Gomez."

"Abel?"

Sherilyn recognized him, though they hadn't spoken much. She knew him as Gilbert's bodyguard.

The Johnson brothers each had bodyguards, something Sherilyn hadn't understood before. She now knew it was because they had been kidnapped as kids.

But what was Abel doing here?

"Ms. Gomez, Mr. Gilbert has instructed that you need to rest at home."

Sherilyn was taken aback. What did he mean by that?

Abel continued, "Ms. Gomez, whatever you need, just command me."

His tone was respectful, yet carried an undeniable sense of coercion.

Sherilyn couldn't help but scoff, "Abel, tell me exactly what Gilbert said."

"Well..."

"Out with it!"

her. She is not to step

to leave? Was this some

did he have

if I insist

the gate, "Ms. Gomez, with me here, you won't be able to

was astounded, at a loss

she went back

this hour, it was impossible to make it to Sunset Ridge Community. Jenna, waiting for Sherilyn, must be so

and sister had already

a little longer for me!" Sherilyn

was out of the question, what about the TV

again, only to

"Move!" Sherilyn frowned, glaring

at him,

trying to

Are you saying

work

stood his ground, his response firm, "I only

he wouldn't and couldn't

frustration. "Fine, I'll

the living room and immediately called Gilbert. The call went through, but no one answered until it

again, still no answer. She tried several more

clearly

no other option, Sherilyn called

I'm not feeling well today and can't make it. I'd like to

Lauren