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 outside Golden Oak Manor or

stunned. Not allowed to leave? Was this some kind

right did he have to do

insist on

stood firm, like a guardian at the gate, "Ms. Gomez,

was astounded, at a

around, she went back

impossible to make it to Sunset Ridge Community. Jenna, waiting

okay. Jenna's little brother and

just wait a little longer for me!" Sherilyn

of the question,

to leave again, only to be stopped

"Move!" Sherilyn frowned, glaring

at him,

trying to go to

you saying I

to work

his ground, his response firm,

Sherilyn's affairs, he wouldn't and couldn't

laughed in frustration. "Fine, I'll talk to

and immediately called Gilbert. The call went through, but no one answered

tried several more times,

was clearly ignoring

now? Seeing no other option, Sherilyn

it's me... I'm not feeling well today and can't make it. I'd

sick?" Lauren checked