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..."

Jenna, their faces

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

eyes filled with

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

fell open slightly, speechless from

this. Neither Gilbert nor his cousin Yates had ever mentioned it. Did this mean Gilbert himself

been raising her

"Yes."

to Edgar's shock and agitation, Sherilyn was surprisingly calm, a testament to

found

here, Sherilyn had prepared herself for this moment. Now, facing Edgar, she

long while, Edgar remained silent, the air heavy

the one to break the silence, slipping her phone back into her pocket, "You have to understand, we're

"Sherilyn!"

her hand, a mix of realization and regret in his eyes. "Back in Crestwood, when you said we should talk after I've had some rest... you meant including