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 the

there," Charles continued, "until there

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

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

trailed off, softer and

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

scoffed bitterly. They

the hospital? It wasn't a charity, and Sherilyn was

blame lay with him. His wife and daughter suffered in Crestwood, and

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

get

continuing, "Sherilyn took- break from school for

showed she had been a waitress, washed dishes,

the list

nodded, his face

turned and headed

the car was

seated, Charles instructed