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

knew this much-Sherilyn had

"until there was a

Gilbert asked, shocked. He hadn't known about

show that on the day of the fire,

voice trailed off,

hospital records indicate that Sherilyn couldn't pay... She and Jenna

They were

wasn't a charity, and

with him. His wife and daughter

never asked. "What happened after?" Gilbert's

get

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

been a waitress, washed dishes, worked in

the list went

nodded, his

turned and headed out the

driveway, the

Charles instructed the driver,