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!"

she could leave the room. He wrapped his arms around

wrong? Please, tell me

"Let go of me!"

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

but he could guess enough from

too

"Rebecca..."

holding her close. "Hey, snap out of it.

"Fran...cis?"

she repeated his

gaze finally sharpening, coming

recognize me

her chin. "It's me-Francis. I'm Jamie's dad. Our

spoke softly, almost whispering,

great. You see him every day now,

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

red. She looked down, and tears spilled

"You..."

guess forming in his mind. "You remember... everything about

shaking with tears. "I remember... I was pregnant

listened quietly, his heart twisting. These were things he'd never known

had to stay

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