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...?"

urging him now, "The specialists are waiting,

still holding his phone, hesitated for

entered

...

been a

backdrop to the eerie silence of the hospital room, her caretaker sitting quietly

"Uh-huh..."

attempting to sit up, but the caretaker hurried to

it

Where's Gilbert? After

eyes as a mix of sorrow and despair flooded

through

cautiously, "Ms. Bennett, are you

How can I

palpable. "Go, find

don't know where..." The caretaker was visibly distressed, unsure of how

to summon the Johnsons on a

laugh was cold, devoid of humor. "Fine! If

threw back the covers, determined

was panicking, trying to hold her

"Caroline!"

open, and Gilbert rushed in Seeing the scene unfold, he quickened

side, supporting her as

disbelief coloring her voice as she

Gilbert nodded firmly. "It's