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...

all he could do

Jenna was out of

then, he couldn't pressure

was voluntary,

then, Jenna would be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert wouldn't end

would be

to his hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert

he wouldn't have any

lifted a corner of his mouth, catching a falling snowflake, "This is my hope

...

had already bathed and gone to

about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen table

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

picking it up but not recognizing

Sophia explained with a

know, but it's been a long time since

was an annual tradition. But after moving to the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the servants. And later, in Crestwood, with a tight budget and

sleeves. "Let

"Sure."

Sherilyn opened the package, she reflected, "Christmas' is

grow up, time seems to

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