Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The last note of his voice sharpened, cutting through the tension in the room.

"It's my fault."

Gilbert could hear it; Sherilyn was upset.

Rubbing his forehead, he tried to explain, "I didn't mean for it to happen. I had arranged a consultation with specialists from various hospitals last night. I didn't expect them to arrive so early..."

He had thought he could make it to Sunset Ridge Community to spend some time with Jenna before heading back.

"So? What's your point?"

Sherilyn's voice was thick with sarcasm. "A doctors' consultation? What were you going to do there? Take notes?"

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert's voice deepened, a touch of frustration bleeding through. "I needed to be there, to hear what the next steps would be..."

"Why are you even explaining all this?"

Sherilyn cut him off, her impatience clear. "If your woman is more important than your daughter, then please, spare Jenna the hope!"

With that, she hung up.

"Sherilyn?!"

Gilbert stared at his phone, his brow furrowed in dismay.

"Mr. Johnson...?"

now, "The specialists

phone, hesitated for

he entered

...

a

the sound of rain was a soft backdrop to the eerie silence of the hospital room, her caretaker sitting

"Uh-huh..."

attempting to sit up, but the

is it

Where's

a mix of sorrow and despair flooded

through

cautiously, "Ms. Bennett, are you

How can I be

glare was fierce, her anger palpable. "Go, find Francis

I don't know where..." The caretaker was

means to summon the Johnsons on a whim. "So, you

of humor. "Fine! If you won't, I'll go

determined to get out

trying to

"Caroline!"

and Gilbert rushed in Seeing the scene unfold,

supporting her as

she

nodded firmly. "It's