Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1193

"Is it serious or not?"

Dr. Wilson shook his head, a gentle smile on his face. "Well, for now, your symptoms are pretty mild-just a bit of resistance. But you only started showing signs last night. It's too soon to say how it'll develop."

"So..."

Sherilyn hesitated a moment, then asked, "Could you write me a prescription anyway?"

"Of course."

Dr. Wilson nodded, scribbled the prescription, and handed it to her with a few words of warning. "Same as always don't take more than I've recommended."

He passed her the slip of paper.

"If things get worse, don't just rely on the meds. Come see me right away, okay?"

"I will, thanks so much."

"Of course. That's what I'm here for."

Sherilyn thanked him, took the prescription, and headed out to pick up her medication.

Back at Blue Haven.

for a nap. She herself hadn't slept well the night before,

Sherilyn slipped out of bed, grabbed her purse, and pulled out the bottle of pills Dr. Wilson had

to swallow it,

meeting with that French designer today. I'm on my

Oh, right.

checked her calendar, and realized Gilbert was

a big name in the industry. Just a couple of days ago,

Not

married? Spending

furrowed. The way things stood now, she just couldn't bring herself

to openly fight Gilbert-well, she'd tried that

could

glanced down at the little white pill in her palm, a new

the pill back

asleep and angelic, and gently brushed a hand across her daughter's soft cheek. A bitter smile crept across Sherilyn's lips as she quietly left

long after, Gilbert

if searching for something in her face. "How

Sherilyn's answer was

headed for the door. "We should go. We

"Sure."

after her, reaching out as if to take her hand, but Sherilyn pulled away, her