Chapter 1233

Gilbert stayed with Jenna the entire night.

Sherilyn didn't disturb them. She quietly retreated to her own room, giving father and daughter their time alone.

It was nearly nine o'clock when a knock sounded at her door.

She didn't need to ask who it was. Sherilyn stood, smoothed her clothes, and went to answer.

Outside, Gilbert stood tall and weary, his shirt rumpled from the long evening spent comforting Jenna. He managed a tired smile. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Sherilyn stepped aside, holding the door open for him. "Come in."

"Thank you."

He walked in, and Sherilyn closed the door behind him before following to the living room. She took her usual spot on the sofa, sitting across from him with the coffee table between them.

For a long moment, neither spoke.

It was strange-only a small table separated them, but it felt like an impossible distance, as if a whole galaxy lay between where they sat.

Gilbert watched her in silence, studying her face closely.

at home. He couldn't

exhausted she felt.

but torment. How could anyone look well like that? Even he, after just a few

finally broke the silence, inhaling deeply before

name.

responded immediately, almost as if she'd been waiting.

fleeting moment, there was an understanding between them-something

smile. "You

bobbing as he swallowed, the words thick in his

out rough. "I... I know

if bracing herself for what

days. Tonight, it had

gray tinge spread across his face. He stumbled over the words. "That night, you must have been

caught. Her fingers twisted together tightly in her

grew damp with unshed tears,

woman, barely out of college, working in a diner with her newborn daughter... and then those

was a blade, slicing

these same knives had been tearing him apart, over and over. He could barely stand

"Sherilyn, I..."

voice faltered, lips parted, but shame kept him from

understood. She drew herself upright, thin

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