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

day Jenna was

he couldn't

wait was voluntary, independent

be better, and Sherilyn and Gilbert

would be

Sherilyn and

he wouldn't have

snowflake,

...

her apartment, Jenna had already bathed

noticed the kitchen table was laden

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

picking it up but

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

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

the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the servants. And later, in Crestwood, with a tight budget and

sleeves. "Let me do

"Sure."

Sherilyn opened the package, she reflected, "Christmas'

it just? Once you grow up, time

the curtain, and carefully placed the decoration, smoothing it