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."

elevator, perhaps due to the cramped space or stuffiness,

well?" Gilbert immediately supported her. "Feel

Sherilyn nodded miserably.

possibly vomit? It wasn't exactly feasible to just deal with it on the spot, especially not with others around.

panic, stretched out his hands, ready to

shook her head vigorously, unable to speak,

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

take off his jacket,

"Ugh!"

jacket off, Sherilyn had already vomited, and due to their proximity, it all landed on

mortified; it wasn't

acid mixed together, causing others in the elevator to frown and complain. Already feeling unwell, and now overwhelmed with embarrassment, Sherilyn's face went

"It's okay."

draped his jacket

then apologized to everyone, "I'm terribly sorry,

dealing with morning

didn't mean it, couldn't help it. We're really

the others

pregnancy, that

worries. Pregnancy is