Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Gilbert nervously stood up, his guilt written all over his face, "Sherilyn, it's my fault, I should have listened to you."

"Mommy! Jenna was wrong, I should've listened to mommy," Jenna chimed in, mimicking the grown-ups.

"See?"

Gilbert swallowed hard, pointing towards the pie, trying to make amends. "Actually, I just gave her a couple of bites, didn't dare to give her more."

"Yep, yep!"

Both echoing each other, one after the other.

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, lifting Jenna up, "Time to eat properly now."

"Okay!"

Sherilyn glanced at the pie, now missing a slice, worried Jenna might have trouble digesting it if she ate too much, "Eat only if you can, don't force yourself if you're full." "I can eat!"

Jenna held up her little spoon, "Baby can eat now!"

Sherilyn couldn't help but burst into laughter, patting her daughter's head. "Jenna, you're amazing."

But truly, Jenna's appetite seemed better lately, whether it was because she was growing or the new doctor had adjusted her treatment plan, Sherilyn couldn't be sure. Worn out from the afternoon's play, Jenna couldn't keep her eyes open on the way back, dozing off in Sherilyn's arms.

Sherilyn hugged her, staring out the window in silence.

"Sherilyn."

Gilbert kept glancing at her, speaking softly to avoid waking Jenna, "Are you mad I showed up unexpectedly?" He had the nerve to ask?

Sherilyn met his gaze, her question straightforward, "Gilbert, you broke your promise. Did you forget so soon?"

"I didn't forget."

I won't claim her if you don't agree. Can I just be a stranger to

full of scorn, "You've already done it, now you're asking if it's

to

Jenna, found it hard to get out, so Gilbert opened the

Jenna getting cold, he wrapped her in a blanket from the

And concerned about Sherilyn's

offered to take

"Let

I'll carry her

door, then I'll leave."

with a shake of her head. "I've got this,

darkened, a bitter taste in his mouth as he withdrew his hand,

right away,

the

for a while,

d've reached her apartmen

shoul

he sent her

[Did you make it?]

Sherilyn replied promptly.

lying in bed, covered

fingers gently tracing Jenna's image on the

phone buzzed again,

hope you keep

referring to the promise about not

by