Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1112

"She's gone," Charles said, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Gilbert furrowed his brow and turned back inside.

He had spent the entire night outside Sherilyn's door, and in his haste that morning, he hadn't had time to freshen up or change his clothes.

Charles, realizing this belatedly, thought to himself, no wonder Mr. Gilbert doesn't look well. Did he have a fight with Sherilyn?

When Gilbert finally came downstairs, looking more put together, he nodded at Charles, signaling him to speak.

"You called earlier. What's up?" Gilbert asked.

"Yes," Charles nodded, pulling out his phone. "There's news from Crestwood."

He continued, "They said it's been years, and since Sherilyn is a foreigner, it's been tricky to track things down."

"But they did find some information," Charles added, sending the details to Gilbert's phone.

Gilbert stared at his phone, his face a mask of worry and pain. "The slums..." he murmured under his breath.

"Uh, yes," Charles replied, nervously wiping the sweat from his brow. "Sherilyn moved to the slums less than two months after arriving in Crestwood."

closed his eyes

much-Sherilyn had told him herself the

continued, "until there was

known about this-Sherilyn had refused to

of the fire, Sherilyn was taken to the hospital. The next

voice trailed off, softer

hospital records indicate that Sherilyn couldn't pay... She and Jenna stayed only one day

Gilbert scoffed bitterly. They were

the hospital? It wasn't a charity, and

wife and daughter suffered in Crestwood, and he hadn't

Sherilyn never mentioned it, and he never asked. "What happened after?" Gilbert's

get

that," Charles hesitated before continuing, "Sherilyn took- break from school for half a year and

had been a waitress, washed

the list went

nodded, his

headed out the

the driveway, the

seated, Charles instructed the driver,