Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Ms. White." Sawyer came over and went over the arrangements with Rebecca again. "Don't worry, since Ms. Gomez can't make it, the babysitter will stay over to take care of you. Everything's set." "Okay." Rebecca nodded, standing up. "Thank you, truly."

"It's no bother at all. Rest up."

Sawyer then turned to Francis, saying, "Mr. Francis, we can head out now."

"Right."

Francis nodded, rising to his feet.

"Mr. Francis!"

Suddenly, Rebecca called out to him.

"Yes?" Francis paused, turning back to look at her. This time, too, he remained silent.

Oddly, despite not having exchanged a single word with her, Rebecca felt his presence profoundly. Rebecca opened her mouth, paused, then said, "I... just wanted to say thank you. Take care." Silence fell for a moment.

Francis squinted slightly but only responded with a "Hmm." Then, he turned and walked away. As his footsteps grew fainter until they disappeared, Rebecca felt a pang of loss... He was gone? The babysitter came over, "Ms. White, I'll be staying here tonight. Just call if you need anything."

"Thank you."

When Sherilyn emerged from the changing room, Gilbert took her hand, his joy evident in his smile.

"Let's head home."

to the cramped space or stuffiness, Sherilyn suddenly covered her

Gilbert immediately supported her.

Sherilyn nodded miserably.

elevator, with no trash bin in sight. Where could she possibly vomit? It wasn't exactly feasible

in his panic, stretched out his hands,

head vigorously, unable to speak,

"Then...let's do this..."

take off his jacket, "I'll catch

"Ugh!"

Sherilyn had already vomited, and due to their proximity, it

instantly mortified; it wasn't

together, causing others in the elevator to frown

"It's okay."

Sherilyn in a hug and draped his jacket over her to help cover up the

apologized to everyone, "I'm terribly sorry,

dealing with morning

it, couldn't help it. We're

the explanation, the

that

Pregnancy is