Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

In a quaint little cafe called Cozyroom, Sherilyn and Edgar were seated across from each other, the warmth of the place wrapping around them like a soft blanket.

Edgar was browsing through the menu, seeking Sherilyn's approval, "What do you think about ordering these? Sound good?"

"Sure," Sherilyn nodded, her voice soft but certain.

"Alright, then that's settled."

Handing the menu back to the waiter, Edgar then picked up a small jug and poured water for Sherilyn, his demeanor calm and collected. Sherilyn couldn't help but wonder, "Edgar, have you found out something?" His sudden outreach today was unlike him. Ever since she had been with Gilbert, Edgar had rarely initiated contact.

"Yes," Edgar replied, setting down the jug, a smile playing on his lips, unable to hide his emotions. He was an open book, always bright and cheerful.

"I found out... you and Gilbert broke up."

Ah.

That explains it, Sherilyn thought, realization dawning on her. She sipped her water, then pulled out her phone from her pocket, flipping to a photo of Jenna and placed it before him.

"Take a look."

"This is..."

their faces pressed together, their resemblance uncanny,

Sherilyn volunteered the information. "Her name is Jenna. She's three years

filled

unspoken question, "Gilbert's daughter. I was pregnant when I

mouth fell open slightly, speechless from

Gilbert nor his cousin Yates had ever mentioned

been raising

"Yes."

and agitation, Sherilyn was surprisingly calm, a testament to the

found out

prepared herself for this moment. Now, facing Edgar, she laid out the entire story, sparing few details. "That's

a long while, Edgar remained silent, the air heavy

silence, slipping her phone back into her pocket, "You have to understand, we're not right

"Sherilyn!"

in Crestwood, when you said we should talk after