Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Sherilyn paused, a hint of surprise flickering in her eyes. Had he finally seen the light?

Although slightly puzzled by the sudden shift in his demeanor, the outcome was precisely what she had hoped for.

"Okay," Sherilyn said with a small, pursed-lip smile. "Take care, I'm off."

"You too..."

Edgar Ferguson nodded slightly, stepping out of the car to open the door for her.

Their eyes met, sharing a laugh.

Sherilyn waved at him. "I'm heading in. It's snowing; drive safely."

"I will. Go ahead, I'll wait till you're inside before I leave."

"Okay."

Sherilyn turned and walked away.

The moment she turned, the smile on Edgar's face vanished, leaving behind a depth of emotion in his eyes that couldn't be easily dispelled. Watching her retreating figure, he murmured softly, "Sherilyn, I'll wait for you."

He understood Sherilyn's predicament.

From her point of view, it totally made sense.

As a mother, her daughter had to come first... He couldn't and wouldn't compete with Jenna...

he could do was

day Jenna was out of harm's

he couldn't

decision to wait was

be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert wouldn't end

would be his

if, contrary to his hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert did

wouldn't have

of his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This

...

her apartment, Jenna had already bathed and

Sherilyn noticed the kitchen table was laden

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

it up but

a laugh. "Don't you know?

know, but it's been

child living with her grandma, it was an annual tradition. But after moving to the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the

rolled up her sleeves. "Let me

"Sure."

the package, she reflected, "Christmas' is coming. Time

just? Once you grow up, time seems to fast

back the curtain, and carefully placed the decoration, smoothing it out. "Makes it