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!"

daze, quickly catching her before she could leave the

tell me what's

"Let go of me!"

his arms, desperate. "They took Jamie away! I have

understand, but he could guess enough from her frantic

too late, I'll never see Jamie

"Rebecca..."

He tightened his arms, holding her close.

"Fran...cis?"

as she repeated his name. Slowly, she looked

gaze finally sharpening,

you recognize me

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

softly, almost whispering, afraid

great. You see him every day now,

at him, trying to process every word, slowly coming back to

red. She looked down, and tears spilled freely down

"You..."

watched her, a guess forming in his mind. "You remember... everything about

shut, her voice shaking with tears. "I remember... I was pregnant with Jamie-thirty-nine weeks and six days. He was full term...

quietly, his heart twisting. These

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