Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1153

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As soon as she heard that, Sherilyn shot upright in bed.

“What is it, big bro? Tell me!”

“It’s Rebecca White… She’s got treatment tomorrow.”

Usually Rebecca’s sessions were once a week, and since Francis had come back, he’d already taken her once. But given how she was progressing, the doctor bumped it up to twice a week.

With all the work piled up from being away from Sunhaven for a week, Francis just couldn’t carve out any extra time.

“I’ve got no one else I can really ask, Sherilyn. I’m counting on you… Sorry to trouble you.”

Sherilyn just laughed and cut him off, “Oh, come on, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll go with Rebecca to her appointment tomorrow and make sure she’s taken care of, promise.”

“Thanks. With you there, I can rest easy.”

“Talk soon, big bro.”

They hung up, still joking around.

Gilbert pulled Sherilyn back down beside him and they chatted aimlessly.

“So what’s up with Rebecca White? She seems totally normal to me. Doesn’t look like she’s got any kind of mental issue.”

“She is normal. She just… forgot some things, that’s all.”

“Wait—amnesia? That’s wild.”

Sherilyn rolled her eyes and gave him a playful punch. “Don’t talk nonsense. She’s gonna be our future sister-in-law—show some respect.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right… My bad.”

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The next day was a workday. Rebecca White had her day job, so her therapy was scheduled for the evening.

That morning, she got a text from Sherilyn, letting her know she’d be coming along to the clinic that night.

At six on the dot, Rebecca clocked out and found Sherilyn already waiting for her outside.

“Rebecca! Hop in.”

“Coming!”

Once they were in the car, Sherilyn asked, “So what’s the clinic address? My brother didn’t give me any details.”

Sherilyn looked up. She wasn’t surprised. She smiled and nodded. “Dr. Wilson.”

Rebecca had told her the address, so Sherilyn had already guessed this was Dr. Wilson’s clinic. She figured she’d probably run into him.

She’d actually been treated here before, back when Joyce Cooper first recommended Dr. Wilson to her.

“It’s been a while,” Dr. Wilson said, giving her a once-over. “You haven’t come by in ages. You’re not having trouble again, are you?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Sherilyn said quickly, shaking her head and gesturing toward the therapy rooms. “I’m just here as moral support for my friend.”

“Oh, Rebecca’s your friend?” Dr. Wilson asked.

Sherilyn nodded. “She is.”

Dr. Wilson smiled and followed up, “So how are you these days?”

Sherilyn thought for a second, then answered, “I still get triggered sometimes, depending on the situation. But… it doesn’t happen around people I trust.”

Otherwise, with how close she and Gilbert were, she’d have had a meltdown ages ago.

“That’s actually really good,” Dr. Wilson said, smiling. “Honestly, mental health issues are rarely ever ‘cured’—you’re doing great. Congratulations.”

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