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!"

her arms in the air as she

away! Leave me

that, she had scared off anyone who had come looking for

not stepping back but instead grabbing her

touch, fear evident in her

"Rebecca White!"

to bear seeing her in such a state, Francis wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his

down to whisper

Can

Rebecca White, still half-doubting, leaned against his

"Yes, it's me, Henson."

voice was low and gentle. "You

nodded slowly, recognition dawning on

she could recognize

felt a wave of safety wash over

life

"I won't hurt you."

"Come on, let's get you out of here. You need a

en

IMS

though fear still

looked around, wondering how she had managed to climb in there in

moment's thought, he apologized, "Sorry, this might be

her like a child, out

"Ah."

White instinctively wrapped her arms