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

Jenna was out of

then, he couldn't pressure

was voluntary, independent

would be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert wouldn't

be

his hopes, Sherilyn and

wouldn't have

a corner of his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This is my hope for myself." After

...

apartment, Jenna had already bathed and gone

about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

asked, picking it up but not

a laugh. "Don't you know? Haven't you done it

Sherilyn recognized it. "I know, but it's been a long time

tasks were

her sleeves. "Let

"Sure."

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

just? Once you grow

and carefully placed the decoration, smoothing