Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Awesome!" Jenna's excitement was palpable as she nodded vigorously, a sudden thought making her turn towards Sherilyn. "Mommy, can we please?" she pleaded.

"Jenna..." Sherilyn frowned, hesitant to agree, "Sophia has already prepared dinner."

"Oh."

At that, Jenna's spirit deflated, her lips pouting in disappointment.

"Sherilyn," Gilbert interjected, his voice laced with concern, "it's just dinner. Jenna and I haven't spent time together in ages." "Mommy, please?" Jenna's eyes were wide with hope, looking earnestly at her mother.

Faced with their pleading, Sherilyn felt like the 'villain' of the piece.

After a moment of hesitation, Sherilyn finally nodded, "Alright."

"Yes!" Jenna's cheer filled the room as she waved her arms excitedly. "Let's go, let's go! Time for a treat!"

Gilbert pinched her nose affectionately. "What treat would Jenna like?"

"Cake! Blueberry cake!"

"Alright. I will get you one," Gilbert agreed, a hint of sadness in his tone. Jenna, I wish I could tell you I'm your dad, not just a mister. Driven by Jenna's craving for cake, Gilbert drove to The Crimson Table.

there, Jenna immediately

Gilbert signaled with an

interjected sternly. "Dinner first. If you have cake now,

Jenna pouted but didn't dare argue with her mom,

help, siding with Sherilyn. "Mom's right. We eat

sighed. This gentleman is not so heroic after all. Mom's the real

food arrived, Sherilyn served Jenna a small portion of rice and some vegetables. "Eat up. You need to finish this

"Okay."

started eating with her little

Sherilyn took care

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of filling her plate.

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"Thanks."

phone rang,

it, deciding not to answer. But when it rang persistently, she excused herself

she said tersely upon answering, her voice cold, "What do

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