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."

his eyes

this much-Sherilyn had told him herself

pregnant and stayed there," Charles continued, "until there was a huge fire

shocked. He hadn't known about this-Sherilyn had refused to tell

that on the day of the fire, Sherilyn was taken

voice trailed off, softer

Sherilyn couldn't pay... She and Jenna stayed only

scoffed bitterly. They were practically thrown

hospital? It wasn't a charity, and Sherilyn was an outsider in

wife and daughter suffered in Crestwood, and

when they reconnected, Sherilyn never mentioned it, and he never asked. "What happened after?" Gilbert's voice cracked,

get

Charles hesitated before continuing, "Sherilyn took- break from

records showed she had been a waitress, washed

the list

nodded,

headed

driveway, the car was

he was seated, Charles instructed