Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 37

Chapter 37

About half an hour later, they made their way down.

Sherlyn still had her face mask on. They descended as she ascended, brushing past each other once more.

Suddenly, one of the middle-aged men ahead in the group turned around, watching Sherilyn's retreating figure thoughtfully.

"What are you staring at?"

"Nothing." The middle-aged man returned to reality, cracking a slight smile. "Nothing, let's go."

Sherilyn, meanwhile, hurried back to her grandmother's grave. Beside her bouquet, there was another, considerably bigger-sized and of a finer variety, looking very fresh. The gravestone was much more clean and polished. Undoubtedly, they had wiped it thoroughly

Hmph! Sherilyn scoffed, picking up the bouquet, "Grandma, I've brought you flowers. Don't be mad. We don't need this. I'm taking this bouquet so it won't dirty your place."

She initially wanted to toss it aside, but not wanting to disturb her grandma's neighbors, she held back her disgust and carried the bouquet out of the cemetery. And then she threw it into a trash can. Feeling relieved, she could head home.

Sherilyn walked toward the bus stop, checking the time. It was eleven o'clock, and she was well on time.

Due to its location by the cemetery, Wind Bridge was quite secluded. The nearest bus stop was a ten-minute walk away.

While walking. Sherilyn looked up at the sky, noticing it was getting darker. Clouds were gathering. It looked like rain was on the way. Within a few minutes, before Sherilyn reached the stop, rain began to fall. "Ah!" Sherilyn yelped, quickly shielding her head with her backpack. She hadn't brought an umbrella and couldn't afford to get soaked. She dashed to the bus stop.

Thankfully, the stop offered shelter from the rain, coming down in torrents.

'No worries, she thought, once I'm on the bus, it'll be fine. Maybe it'll stop soon

The bus arrived, and Sherilyn boarded, using her backpack as protection. It was about an hour's ride from Wind Bridge to the city center. Sherilyn felt a twinge in her belly and leaned against the window, just bearing it. Due to waking up too early, she gradually began to feel drowsy, drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, a commotion woke her.

Opening her eyes, she saw the bus in disarmy, passengers standing up and stretching to look outside. The driver was nowhere to be

seen

What was happening?

Sherlyn looked out the window, guessing there was a traffic jam,

She turned to ask the passenger behind her, "What's going on?"

"Whoa, there's been an accident!"

"Let me tell you, part of the overpass ahead has collapsed!"

"Can you believe it? Wonder how many people got hurt!"

An accident of that scale? Sherilyn frowned, a bad feeling creeping over her. She might not make it to the town hall in time.

"When can we get moving again?"

"Hard to say. With the collapsed overpass ahead, the guys must clear the road first."

Sherilyn thought to herself, Just my luck.

The driver returned, boarded the bus, and explained the situation to the passengers. "Everyone, please stay calm. They're busy rescuing people and clearing the road ahead. We won't move for a while, so let's be patient

The announcement sparked a series of complaints.

"How can this be happening?"

"Not even telling a definite time, and I have plans."

"Well, what can we do?"

"Just wait, I guess."

Sherilyn shared their anxiety. She could wait, but some guy couldn't.

She only hoped they could clear the ro