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."

playing on her lips. "If you ask me, she's getting what she

can you say that?" Gilbert's handsome

"Feeling sorry for her?"

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

of her wrist, she broke free from his grasp and pushed the door open

Gilbert was momentarily stunned, unable to

things? It was no secret in the upscale

seemed Caroline harbored deeper

of Sherilyn that Caroline lost her

did Sherilyn look at Caroline with such...

something on the tip of his tongue, yet unable to grasp

...

to shoot these next few

the play had limited screen

in. Waking

Jenna's feverishly hot

She paused mid-sentence.

was Jenna

"Jenna?"

her, but not

she

within her, but wanting

"Jenna, wake up,

e."

"...Mama. Morning."

Sherilyn had already grabbed a thermometer,

beat. Jenna had a