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."

lips. "If you ask me, she's getting

say that?" Gilbert's handsome

"Feeling sorry for her?"

deeper amusement, "I could

broke free from his grasp and

moment, Gilbert was momentarily stunned, unable to hold

Sherilyn say such things? It was no secret in the upscale

Caroline harbored deeper animosity toward

of Sherilyn that

Sherilyn look at Caroline with

sensing something on the tip of his tongue, yet unable

...

scenes to

in the play had limited screen

in. Waking up, she found Jenna

feverishly hot cheeks,

She paused mid-sentence.

Jenna so

"Jenna?"

within her, but

Jenna, she

within her, but wanting

"Jenna, wake up,

e."

"...Mama. Morning."

already grabbed a thermometer,

a beat.