Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert hadn't come back, because he was with Callie.

Suddenly, Sherilyn remembered Callie's words...

"If Gilbert isn't serious about you, then I won't hold back."

She really meant it, didn't she?

Annoyed, Sherilyn tossed her phone aside and turned over to sleep.

When the sky began to lighten, she woke up and checked the time - it was 5 AM.

Had Gilbert really not come home all night?

Sherilyn stretched her arms, stood up, and felt her stomach grumble with hunger.

Heading downstairs, she thought of warming up some milk. Hearing some noise at the front door, she wondered... Was the cleaning lady here this early? "Fidelia, is that you?"

Walking over, she realized it wasn't Fidelia, but Gilbert... He had returned.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, Gilbert with a slight smile, not saying a word, shifting his gaze away as he brushed past her shoulder.

"Gilbert." Sherilyn quickly called out to him.

She had been waiting for him to return, there were things that needed to be said, hopefully, they could conclude everything today.

"You called?" Gilbert turned around, a low chuckle in his voice, "What is it?"

could reply, he continued, "You wouldn't seek me

alcohol and

wondering... Can I move out of Golden Oak Manor?

Huh?

fatigue and the

slightly raised, "Did I ever mention 'breaking

"You didn't come home last night. Weren't you with Callie? I

a copy of a love announcement made by a

"Oh..."

Gilbert. He hadn't checked social media, but he could guess Callie had

had nothing to hide. What could Callie possibly post that was over

haha!" After a

looked at

laughing, "You sure

lot

your sleeve for

me."

confused,

"Don't understand?"

suddenly vanished, and he

you first degrade yourself, and now you accuse me of

"!!"

What was he saying...

was cold, his jaw

you say the