Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

The door swung open at the touch of the butler's hand.

"Doctor, Ms. White is waiting in the living room."

Like clockwork, the doctor made his visits at this time each day.

Rebecca, despite her blindness, seemed to have her hearing heightened, picking up the sound of two sets of footsteps entering.

It was always two people who came with the doctor.

But aside from the doctor, the other person never spoke a word.

Rebecca speculated, perhaps a nurse or an assistant?

"How are we feeling today, Ms. White?"

"I'm doing quite well, thank you." Rebecca straightened herself on the couch, a slight smile on her face despite the bandages still covering her eyes.

"It's time to change the dressing on your eyes."

"Alright, thank you."

As the doctor opened his medical bag to start the procedure, Francis silently took a seat on the couch, his gaze fixed on the layers of bandage being removed from Rebecca's eyes.

His brow furrowed.

The swelling had gone down, but the bruising lingered.

a voice meant for them alone, "Mr. Francis, Mr. Gilbert is

would Gilbert

cane to push himself up, shot a look at Rebecca, and then stepped

center of the yard,

in

"Francis?"

motioning towards a wicker chair before taking a seat himself,

believe his brother

all, he

"Francis..."

the shock couldn't find it in himself to sit. Following a trail from a

he gestured towards the house, unsure,

his

down Gilbert's spine. Knowing his brother, that silence was

"Is the woman... Rebecca??"

name, Francis' brows knit together, puzzled,

It really was Rebecca!!

his pupils dilating

"Francis!"

here? Don't tell me, you've taken a fancy to

"Not then?"

also doubted his

to keep a