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

the day Jenna

he

was voluntary,

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

be

Sherilyn

he wouldn't have any

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

...

had

however, was still bustling about. Sherilyn noticed

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

this?" Sherilyn asked, picking it up but not

window decorations," Sophia explained with a laugh. "Don't you know? Haven't you

but it's been a long

were left to the servants. And later, in Crestwood, with a tight budget and Jenna to care for such festivities were

her sleeves. "Let me do

"Sure."

the package, she reflected,

just? Once you grow up, time seems to fast

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