Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Wrapped in a white puffer jacket from head to toe, the woman seemed bundled against more than just the cold. Sawyer lifted a hand, gently brushing aside the hair that veiled her face, revealing a mosaic of scars and bruises!

The once fair skin was a patchwork of blues and purples, with fine scratches across the cheekbones, a split lip still oozing blood, and the left eye, swollen and darkened, was a sight of sheer brutality. Even so, Francis recognized her... it was her, Rebecca White!

His heart raced, his brows knitting together in worry. What had she gone through to look so completely defeated?

These injuries were clearly not from a car accident, but more like she had been battered.

Who could have done this to her?

Sawyer explained, "Ms. White didn't actually hit the car; she fainted right in front of it. Maybe from exhaustion?"

"Hmm..." As they spoke, Rebecca, wincing in pain, slowly opened her eyes.

Startled and panicked, she wondered where she was. In a car? That's right, she had nearly run into one just moments ago.

Then she saw Francis, and Sawyer by the car door.

It was them. She had almost hit Mr. Francis' car.

"I'm sorry."

Rubbing her forehead, Rebecca nodded apologetically at Francis, "Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry for the trouble. I'll be on my way now."

As she turned to leave, Francis caught her.

"You need to see a doctor. I'll take you," he inspected her with concern.

head, "It's just some minor injuries, no need for a hospital. But thank you

tried to insist on leaving the

soon as she stepped out, before Francis could say anything more, she stepped back inside

"Shh!"

gestured for silence, "Please, let

Hide? From whom?

outside the car

silver Volvo was parked at the curb,

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"Rebecca! Rebecca White!"

that moment, Francis

Sawyer began, but was quickly silenced by Francis with a sharp

whispered, shaking his

the hint

looked down

let

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uncontrollably, the

trembling growing more intense.

she was afraid of Eddy. Could he be the one who

Francis commanded with a firm