Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1158

Chapter 1158

Here's your text, adapted into a Westernized, localized English novel style, with Western names, foods, customs, and natural, conversational tone:

When he walked in, she instinctively stepped back out of the room.

Rebecca White was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, her body trembling slightly.

She still wasn't fully awake-she couldn't tell if this was real or just some lingering nightmare.

"Becca?"

Francis strode over to her, sitting at the edge of the bed and reaching for her hand. "Hey, you're awake? Did you have a bad dream?"

The sudden touch startled Rebecca. She yanked her hand away as if burned.

"Becca? What's going on-"

*Smack!*

Before Francis could finish, Rebecca swung her arm and slapped him right across the face.

She stared down at her own hand, utterly confused, then jumped out of bed and bolted for the door.

"Rebecca!"

her before she could leave the room. He wrapped his arms

tell

"Let go of me!"

thrashed in his arms, desperate. "They took Jamie away! I have to catch up-I have

understand, but he could guess

If I'm too late, I'll never see Jamie

"Rebecca..."

tightened his arms, holding her close. "Hey, snap

"Fran...cis?"

as she repeated his name. Slowly, she looked

gaze finally sharpening,

you recognize me

cupping her chin. "It's me-Francis. I'm Jamie's dad. Our Jamie is. safe no one

softly, almost whispering, afraid to startle

great. You

him, trying to process every word,

looked down,

"You..."

forming in his mind. "You

with tears. "I remember... I was pregnant with Jamie-thirty-nine weeks and six days. He was

his heart twisting. These

an infection... had to stay

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