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 was out of harm's

he

to wait was voluntary, independent

Jenna would be better, and Sherilyn and

would be his

his hopes, Sherilyn and Gilbert did end

he wouldn't

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

...

apartment, Jenna had

however, was still bustling about. Sherilyn noticed the kitchen table was

vel.se

ingredients, snacks, and g

red...

it up but

for window decorations," Sophia explained with a laugh. "Don't you

"I know, but it's

her grandma, it 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 Jenna to care for such festivities were

up her sleeves.

"Sure."

the package, she reflected, "Christmas'

you grow up, time seems

and carefully placed the decoration, smoothing