Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1203

Chapter 1203

Just as Sherilyn had expected, Rebecca White went straight to her grandfather, Galloway White.

"Grandpa, could I... stay here for a while?"

Galloway was old but sharp as ever. "Did you have a fight with Mr. Johnson?"

Rebecca stared down at her shoes. "Grandpa..."

He didn't press her. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to."

He patted her gently on the head. "Stay as long as you like. It'll be nice to have some company for this old man."

He stood up, stretching a little. "I'll go ask Wilma to change the linens in your room."

"Thank you, Grandpa."

He waved her off with a fond smile. "Silly girl, you don't need to thank me. I've always told you this house is your home."

Once her room was ready, Rebecca retreated there, grateful for the peace.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket-Francis again. He'd already called so many times that she'd lost count. She didn't want to answer. When the ringtone finally died, a message popped up.

I'm outside your

What?

in shock. He managed to find

a clear view of the front gate from her window. Francis' big black SUV was parked boldly at the curb, and he

heart skipped a beat. She quickly let the curtain fall back into place. Her phone rang again. What

off. There was no way Francis would

sheer curtains, he could see a light on in the room. He'd been to the Whites' house before. He knew

really was

the phone went silent and she stopped answering, he wasn't surprised. He tried once more, but this time the

rubbing his forehead in frustration. Winning

the gauzy curtains, a shadow moved. Then the heavy drapes

with a resigned smile. At least

...

The next morning.

before dawn. The half-dose of sleeping pills she'd

for a full

the dressing room,

I understand... I'll be

was Gilbert, speaking quietly on

was he talking to? Where was he off

ask.

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