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..."

up the phone and glanced at the screen. There, Sherilyn was holding little Jenna, their faces pressed together, their resemblance uncanny, right down to the

the information. "Her name is Jenna.

Edgar looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with

nodded, understanding his unspoken question, "Gilbert's daughter. I was

fell open slightly, speechless

his cousin Yates had ever mentioned it. Did

raising her

"Yes."

agitation, Sherilyn was surprisingly calm, a testament to

only found out

prepared herself for this moment. Now, facing Edgar, she laid out the entire story, sparing

Edgar remained silent,

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

"Sherilyn!"

in his eyes. "Back in Crestwood, when you said we