Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1233

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.

which was unusual for her at home. He couldn't

how exhausted she felt.

but torment. How could anyone look well like that?

broke the silence, inhaling deeply

name.

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

was

managed a small, wry smile. "You wanted

he swallowed, the words thick in

came out rough.

as if bracing herself

for days. Tonight, it had to

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

twisted together tightly in her lap, knuckles

damp with unshed tears, clumping together as he blinked

out of college, working in a diner with her newborn daughter... and then those men-those strangers-cornered

a blade, slicing straight through his

had been tearing him apart, over and over. He

"Sherilyn, I..."

parted, but shame kept him from even saying

it. Sherilyn understood. She drew

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