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...

could do was

Jenna was

then, he couldn't pressure

was

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

would be his

hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert

wouldn't have any

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

...

Jenna had

bustling about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen table was laden with

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

this?" Sherilyn asked, picking it up but not recognizing it

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

know, but it's been a long time since

grandma, it was an annual tradition. But after moving to the Johnson family, such tasks were left to the servants.

rolled up her sleeves. "Let me do

"Sure."

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

grow up, time seems

placed the decoration, smoothing it out. "Makes