Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1070

"Mom!"

Jenna was practically bouncing with excitement. "Can I try it now?"

"Not yet," Sherilyn quickly intervened, halting her with a smile. "It's still dirty. We need to clean it first."

She stood up, gesturing for Jenna to follow. "Let's go wash it up!"

"Yay!" Jenna urged, tugging at Gilbert's arm. "Mr. Gilbert, hurry up!"

"Alright, alright."

Back inside, Sherilyn meticulously cleaned the peach pit, showing Jenna how to blow it like a whistle. "Look, like this..."

She blew, and a clear, sharp whistle sounded. Jenna's eyes widened with amazement. "Wow! You're amazing, Mom! Let me try!"

"Here you go." Sherilyn handed it over, cautioning her, "But remember, no whistling at night, okay? It might disturb the neighbors."

"I know!" Jenna nodded obediently.

Sophia appeared in the doorway, reminding them, "Jenna, time for a bath and then bed."

Gilbert leaned down to kiss his daughter's forehead. "Off you go."

Reluctantly, he let Jenna go with Sophia. Then Sherilyn turned to him with a playful smile. "Hand out, palm up."

Gilbert obliged, albeit a bit puzzled.

She placed a peach pit in his hand. "Here, this one's yours."

"I get one too?" He raised an eyebrow, amused.

"Of course," Sherilyn chuckled, nodding towards the pit in his hand. "You said you never played with one as a kid. But just like Jenna, no whistling at night, okay? We wouldn't want to wake the neighbors."

She walked ahead with a teasing glance over her shoulder.

Gilbert looked down at the pit in his hand, fingers curling around it, holding it tightly.

"Wait up!" He called, quickly catching up with her.

…

Two days later.