Whispers Turn

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 And here I was, calling Gilbert out of date 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 

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” RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“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?”