Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 631

The holiday season was upon them, and Sherilyn and Sophia were bustling around, preparing for the Christmas celebrations.

As previously arranged with Rebecca, Sherilyn took a trip to the Southern District Sanatorium two days early to pick her up. Since Sherilyn wasn't a direct relative, the paperwork took a bit longer than expected. "Finally, all set," Sherilyn sighed in relief upon her return, as she helped Rebecca pack her belongings. "Hope we didn't miss anything. If so, don't worry... you can always use mine." "Thank you," Rebecca smiled, her voice warm.

"Huh?" Sherilyn suddenly exclaimed, noticing a pile of festive goods. "Why do you have so many holiday goodies?"

"Is it a lot?" Rebecca asked, her sightless eyes turning towards the sound of Sherilyn's voice. "Jane told me the sanatorium handed them out."

"The Southern District Sanatorium sure thinks of everything," Sherilyn mused, rifling through the items. They reminded her of the gifts Gilbert had dropped off at her place days ago.

"Are you ready to go, Sherilyn?" Rebecca asked, dressed and ready.

"Yeah, let's head home," Sherilyn replied, offering her arm to Rebecca.

They headed back to the safety of Sunset Ridge Community, far from the prying eyes of Eddy, ready to enjoy the Christmas in peace.

On the morning of Christmas' Eve, Jenna was the first up. Sherilyn dressed her in a festive red hoodie, tying her hair into two adorable buns, and dabbed a red dot on her forehead with lipstick. "All set!"

Jenna couldn't stop admiring herself in the mirror. "Look how pretty I am!"

Sherilyn couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's excitement.

"Jenna is indeed adorable," Rebecca agreed, chuckling.

"It's 'pretty,' not 'adorable'!" Jenna corrected, her voice filled with pride.

"Right, right, my mistake. Pretty it is," Rebecca played along, her laughter mingling with Jenna's.

Sherilyn smoothed Jenna's hair. "Be good and take care of Rebecca, okay? She needs you."

"I will," Jenna promised, suddenly curious. "Mom, when is Mr. Johnson coming?"

Sherilyn paused, her heart skipping a beat. Since that night, she hadn't heard from Gilbert and wasn't sure if he would make it for Christmas' Eve.

"Mom, mom!" Jenna tugged at her sleeve, eager for an answer.

Sophia stepped in with a smile, saving Sherilyn from having to respond. "That's something between you and Mr. Johnson, sweetie. It's still early; let's wait for the evening. He said he'd be here to celebrate with us, right?"

"Okay," Jenna said, somewhat convinced, turning her attention back to Rebecca. "I'll keep Rebecca company."

The day flew by in a flurry of

preparations. Sherilyn and Sophia teamed up to cook a modest but delicious Christmas' Eve dinner.

Though it was a small gatherinet

they made sure there was a variety of dishes, carefully managing the portions to avoid waste.

"Here, Rebecca," Jenna said, offering Rebecca a bite of her meal as they sat together. "Try this."

"Thank you, Jenna. You're my little angel," Rebecca said, her voice filled with affection.

As the night drew in, the family settled down in front of the TV, a small heap of snacks on the table their laughter and chatter filling the room greating a bubble of warmth and joy amidst the cold winter

outside.