Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 663

There they were, a line of trash bins along the sidewalk.

Sawyer pointed to one of them, a green one, and nodded at Mr. Francis.

Francis swallowed hard, getting the hint. He walked over to the green bin.

Someone beside him lifted the lid.

"Ah..."

The moment the lid was opened, a terrified scream from Rebecca White filled the air, followed by low sobs and desperate pleas. "Please, don't come any closer... I'm begging you, stop, no more!"

Francis moved closer, peering down at her.

Rebecca White was curled up in a tiny ball, her clothes and face smeared with dirt, the very picture of misery.

Before hiding in there, who knows what she had encountered? Her face bore scratches, and her knuckles were scraped.

Were there more injuries elsewhere on her body?

Francis felt a pang of concern. He needed to get her out of there, fast!

He reached out his hand toward Rebecca White. "Rebecca White..."

"Ah!"

Just hearing his voice made Rebecca White scream in panic. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!"

flailed her arms in

away! Leave me

she had scared off anyone who

back but instead grabbing her shoulder. "Rebecca White! Calm

rigid at his touch, fear evident

"Rebecca White!"

state, Francis wrapped his arm around

down to

me, Henson! Can

White, still half-doubting, leaned

"Yes, it's me, Henson."

voice was low and gentle. "You

White nodded slowly, recognition dawning on

she could recognize

wave of safety wash over

life

"I won't hurt you."

you out of here. You need a shower, a change of clothes, and then we'll have a doctor check on

en

IMS

though fear still

she had managed to climb in there in the first

thought, he apologized, "Sorry, this might be a bit intrusive... I have

grasped her waist, lifting her like

"Ah."

the sudden movement, Rebecca White instinctively wrapped