Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert sat on the edge of his bed, cheeks puffed out, feeling a sourness around his eyes that he couldn't shake.

It was supposed to be a sweet moment, yet why did everything taste so bitter in his mouth?

Sherilyn, I'm sorry...

Jenna, I'm sorry...

...

Late at night.

At Golden Oak Manor.

Gilbert stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp and shining. He switched on the TV and stumbled upon a documentary, hitting the play button.

"From the moment of conception, a woman's body undergoes a myriad of changes..."

He was watching a documentary on pregnancy and childbirth.

The room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of the TV screen that flickered across Gilbert's face.

He watched intently, murmuring, "So, pregnancy is this painful..."

Even with the support of husbands and families, the pregnant women in the documentary seemed to be walking a tightrope between life and death.

And then there was Sherilyn.

Gilbert covered his eyes with a hand.

months... And afterwards, those long three years, raising Jenna alone! She

girl, taking

that had eroded Sherilyn's love, but... his own cruelty and

up, grabbed a glass from the table, and hurled it to the ground with

shattered

his eyes in

would never forgive

Sunset Ridge

asleep, but Sherilyn lay awake, eyes wide

clasped tightly across her

about today's events, she no longer had

Gilbert's actions, he wouldn't stand idly by regarding

that came

Gilbert's daughter. Could such

she was

had no money, not enough food, no breast milk, and had to resort

don't deserve forgiveness...

...

The following afternoon, Sherilyn

to her apartment

stroll in the

the same time she received a message

simply, "I'm

her phone, slipped on her

"Sherilyn, over here."

in mind, they

"What'll you have?"