Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Jenna hadn't seen Gilbert all day, and when she finally did, she clung to him like glue, not wanting to let go. "Jenna, it's bedtime. Be a good girl, or mommy will get mad and I won't be able to visit us anymore."

At that, Jenna quickly shut her eyes, "Sleepy time!"

"What a good girl."

Gilbert chuckled under his breath, tucking her in and soothing her to sleep.

When he finally stood to leave, an hour had passed.

Sherilyn was waiting at the door; she was sharing Jenna's room for the night.

As the door opened, she brushed past Gilbert without a glance.

"Sherilyn..." Gilbert caught her arm, trying to explain, "Caroline's been really emotional lately, give it some time..."

"Shh!"

Sherilyn peeked inside, careful not to wake Jenna, and softly closed the door.

Still, her voice was a whisper.

"I don't care about you and your lady's drama, I just want Jenna to be okay."

"Sherilyn?"

Gilbert was puzzled, his brow furrowed.

"I know you don't like Caroline, but... don't you have even a shred of sympathy for her condition?"

"No."

smirk playing on her lips. "If you ask

say that?" Gilbert's handsome

"Feeling sorry for her?"

deeper amusement, "I could say worse. She's finally

free from his grasp and pushed the door open

Gilbert was momentarily

such things? It was no secret in the

anything, it seemed Caroline harbored deeper animosity

was because of Sherilyn that

at Caroline with

on the tip of his

...

no scenes to shoot

character in the play had limited screen time

she allowed herself to sleep in.

feverishly hot cheeks, "Jenna, it's

She paused mid-sentence.

was Jenna so

"Jenna?"

within her, but

she

within her, but wanting

"Jenna, wake up,

e."

"...Mama. Morning."

grabbed a thermometer,

skipped a beat. Jenna