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!"

snapped out of his daze, quickly catching her before she could leave the room. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her

tell

"Let go of me!"

have to

he could guess enough from her

too late, I'll never

"Rebecca..."

arms, holding her close. "Hey, snap out of it. It's

"Fran...cis?"

unfocused as she repeated his name. Slowly,

gaze finally sharpening,

you recognize

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

almost whispering, afraid

back with us, he's doing great. You see him

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

She looked down, and

"You..."

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

her voice shaking with tears. "I remember... I was

listened quietly, his heart twisting. These were

caught an infection... had to stay

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