Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Held in her mother's arms, Jenna quieted down again.

With no choice but to hold on, Sherilyn cradled Jenna until the wee hours, sitting propped against the headboard of the bed.

As dawn approached, Sherilyn gently touched Jenna's forehead. It wasn't hot anymore, and she seemed to be sleeping deeply.

Placing her down, Jenna didn't cry anymore.

Sherilyn sighed in relief and seized the moment to catch a wink of sleep.

Just as she closed her eyes, her phone rang.

It was another message from Gilbert.

[I've talked to Dr. Dalton. Let's take Jenna over today. Tell him in detail about what happened last night so he can have another look. It'll put our minds at ease.]

Sherilyn immediately replied.

[Okay.]

After sending the message, Gilbert quickly responded.

[How about you? Did you get any rest last night?]

Sherilyn's gaze flickered, and after a brief silence, she put down the phone without replying.

On the other end, Gilbert held his phone, waiting for a response that never came.

need to pretend in front of him

***

came up, just like the day before, Sherilyn took Jenna back

as before, Sophia took Jenna

when Jenna was gone did

a bit uncomfortable a few days

a sigh of relief. "So, does she need any special

worsens, like if she develops a high fever, or a low fever that doesn't subside after a week, or if she shows gastrointestinal symptoms, come

"You're welcome."

looked up at Gilbert. "I'll go get Jenna. You can get back to your work." Gilbert didn't reply, his gaze lingering on her pale lower eyelids, knowing she

apple bobbed.

fell for a

clear in

"It's

Taking care of my

what

a faint smile. "Jenna is

murmured to

Yes, that's right.

he, as a father, hadn't taken care of her even

yearned to see his daughter every day, to take care of her, and...

how could he

...

Sherilyn picked