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."

space or stuffiness, Sherilyn suddenly covered her mouth,

immediately supported her. "Feel

Sherilyn nodded miserably.

wasn't exactly feasible to just deal with it on the spot,

stretched out his

shook her head vigorously, unable to speak, but clearly

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

started to take off his jacket, "I'll catch

"Ugh!"

Sherilyn had already vomited, and

was instantly mortified; it

the scent of food and stomach acid mixed together, causing others in the

"It's okay."

draped his jacket over her to help

to everyone, "I'm terribly sorry, folks.

dealing with

couldn't help it. We're really

the

that

Pregnancy is