Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Suddenly, his gaze halted, and there she was, a familiar face - Sophia, Jenna's babysitter!

"Sophia!"

Gilbert immediately dashed towards her.

"Mr. Johnson?" Sophia, who was sitting on a park bench knitting a sweater, stood up in surprise upon seeing him.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Jenna?"

He paused, then added, "And Jenna's mom?"

"Huh?" Sophia wasn't sure why he was asking but pointed in a direction anyway.

"Jenna's mom took her to the ice cream parlor over there for some milkshakes."

"Got it! Thanks!"

After thanking her, Gilbert turned and hurried towards the ice cream parlor.

As he reached the street across, he stopped.

The door of the ice cream parlor swung open, and out came a little boy, followed by a young woman carrying a cuddly doll.

It was Jenna! Jenna snuggled into the young woman's neck, planting a shy kiss on her cheek before whispering something in her ear.

Jenna's back. Leaning

them, wrapped in each other's arms,

woman's face, a face completely unknown to

wasn't the face he was

Jenna's mom. And Jenna's mom

his head. What was he thinking? That Jenna could be Sherilyn's child? Seems

from the young woman, Gilbert walked back to his car parked by

settled into the car, his

It was Charles.

about the

aside from

buyers. their information to

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"Alright."

checked the

completely unfamiliar names, no mention of

wondering where Sherilyn got that hair clip

he was about to start the

ice

was the face he

with a smile on her lips a her hair loosely tied in a low bun, still wearing

in a low

the woman holding Jenna, "Thanks so much,

The Jenna,