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.

long ten months... And afterwards, those long three years, raising Jenna alone! She was just a little

frail young girl, taking care of an even smaller, sickly

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

up, grabbed a glass from the table,

shattered into

closed his

never forgive him... Never...

Sunset Ridge

was fast asleep, but Sherilyn lay awake,

were clasped tightly

today's events, she no longer had to pretend

by Gilbert's actions, he wouldn't stand

with that came deeper

was Gilbert's daughter. Could such bonds ever

remembered the year she was kicked out of

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

don't deserve forgiveness...

...

The following afternoon, Sherilyn

to her

after a stroll in

time she

"I'm downstairs, waiting

phone, slipped on her coat,

"Sherilyn, over here."

for her to come over. Without a particular destination in mind, they found themselves at the same dessert

"What'll you have?"

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