Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

At nearly six–foot three, his frame was lean, still youthfully handsome with a boy next door charm.

Sherilyn pointed to herself, uncertain. “Me? Are you talking to me?”

“Yes” The tall young man stepped closer, raising his hand to reveal a set of keys he held and offering them to her. These yours?”

Sherilyn glanced down. “Oh, they are.”

She patted her backpack, wondering. “How’d they fall out?”

“Here” He smiled, handing them over. Keep them safe. Don’t let them slip away again.”

“Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.” Sherilyn grinned, her gratitude genuine. Losing those keys would’ve locked her out for the night. Locksmiths cost a pretty penny

“Don’t mention it The young man stared at her fa

blurted out “Have we met before? You look s

Sherilyn paused, then chuckled, “That lines a bit cliché Don’t you think?”

“I didn’t mean

before

ashing over him, but before he could think deeply, he

‘He flushed red, aking his head and waving his hands. “You’ve got it all wrong. I honestly think I’ve seen you

Sherlyn needed none of his explanation, just lifting the keychain “Thanks again Bye

With a smile, she turned and walked away

kept

“Ah “He watched her leave, smacking his forehead “Should it simple Shed never believe a word? And here I was, calling Gilbert out of date

He thought, “The is beautiful

es the work around here? Can I run into her again?

The next day before dawn, Sherlyn was Herpend had started and the pain was enough to pull her from sleep. It hadn’t been a problem before

After having her child, she struggled not just with postpartum care but with providing the basics. And so, her body suffered.

Since then, every month brought the pain something shed grown accustomed to During these days, she’d avoid dancing, steer clear of icy water, and endure Sherlyn got up attaching a heat gatch to her undergarment for ref

Though she had no dance class today she had an important task. It was her grandmother’s memorial day Having returned to Sunhaven only recently, Sherilyn had been too busy to wait her grave

It felt like the night time. The moming was the best time for such visits, and Sherilyn left before eight. As she got into her car, her phone Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Fang

Seeing Gilbert flash on the screen made her frown, but she answered, “Hello? Whats up?”

On the other end, Gilbert sounded annoyed, almost as if their roles had switched. Previously it had always been Sherilyn who clung to him

Gilbert’s voice was impatient “Cant I call without a reason?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Enduring his attitude, Sherilyn wondered how she had fallen for such a temperamental guy. “So, what is it?” “Be at the town hall by three this afternoon,” he said, clearly about their divorce papers.

Today?

She hesitated. “Can we possibly do another day?”

“What?” Gilbert’s tone sharpened, not in anger but sarcasm, “Another day? Which day?”

Hearing his munderstanding Sherlyn quickly suggested. “Tomorrow? Can we make it tomorrow? Just one day later”

“Har” Gobert saw night through her “Push it to tomorrow, then the next day? You don’t plan to show up at the town hall with me do you?”