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

already knew this much-Sherilyn had told him herself

there," Charles continued, "until there

Gilbert asked, shocked. He hadn't known about this-Sherilyn had refused

that on the day of the fire, Sherilyn was taken

off, softer and

that Sherilyn couldn't pay... She and Jenna

scoffed bitterly. They were practically thrown

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

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

reconnected, Sherilyn never mentioned it, and he never asked. "What happened

get

"Sherilyn took- break from school for

records showed she had been a waitress, washed dishes, worked

the list

nodded, his

and headed out

driveway, the car was already

he was seated, Charles instructed