Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1202

"I'm telling you, I'm done with this!"

Rebecca steeled herself, swung her legs off the bed, and stormed out of the

room.

"Rebecca White!"

Francis tried to go after her, but that kick she'd landed on him earlier... she hadn't exactly aimed for a safe spot.

The pain was blinding.

He had to catch his breath.

Once he'd recovered, he dashed out the door in pursuit.

Rebecca didn't have a car. She couldn't have gone far.

Francis jumped into his own, but by the time he made it outside, there was no trace of Rebecca anywhere.

She didn't own property in Sunhaven, and it was late. Where could she possibly go?

Only one place came to mind: Sherilyn Gomez's.

He spun the wheel and headed straight for Blue Haven.

On the way, he tried calling Rebecca, but she refused to answer. Frustrated, he tossed the phone aside and pressed harder on the gas.

When he arrived at Blue Haven, Sherilyn was in the living room, watching Gilbert Johnson take his medication.

"Francis?" she looked up, surprised.

both stared at him. "What are

"Rebecca-did she come here to

confused. "Why would you think that? Did you two

she hadn't come here. Francis gave a weary laugh. "We

hesitated, worry etched on his face. "Do you have

for a moment. "Maybe... could

his features.

Thanks, Sherilyn.

quickly as he'd come, leaving only

to Gilbert. "Well?

she left the

sat with the mug in his hands,

been

him, but

her phone

have a fight? He just

the text, she waited a while, but no reply

door creaked open, and Gilbert

She heard him come in, set her phone aside rolled over to face the wall, pulled

used to this by

empty side

lay with her back to him, slender shoulders tense, and for the

to me.

She didn't respond.

as if

for the first time. "Alright then...

over and switched off the bedside lamp, plunging the room

Sherilyn's

remained open, fixed thin