Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1228

"I won't come near you. I won't touch you-unless you want me to. I promise."

Joyce gave a gentle smile, steadying herself on the heavy chair. "This thing's really heavy. How about we put it down, okay?"

She could feel the tension in the other woman's arms gradually fading.

Finally, the chair thudded softly against the floor.

Joyce kept her distance. Instead, she slipped off her white coat and draped it over the back of the chair. Then she removed her shawl, holding it out as she nodded toward Sherilyn. "It's clean-I just brought it from home this evening. Why don't you put it on? You'll feel warmer, all right?"

Sherilyn stared at her, lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came.

Joyce took it as a cautious invitation. She moved slowly, step by careful step, making sure Sherilyn didn't flinch or pull away. When she finally reached her, she gently wrapped the shawl around Sherilyn's shoulders, covering her bare skin.

Joyce pointed to the first aid kit, then at Sherilyn. "You're hurt. I need to take a look and patch you up, okay?"

This time, Sherilyn didn't resist. Her eyes stayed dull and distant, but she let Joyce tend to her wounds.

When Joyce finished and closed up the kit, she heard Sherilyn mumble, "Jenna..."

"Sorry?" Joyce leaned in, unsure if she'd heard right. "Did you say something?"

But Sherilyn had withdrawn, curling up in her corner again, silent and unreachable.

"Doctor, thank you for your help."

officer appeared at the door, motioning for Joyce to step

her medical bag, Joyce headed out. She turned to the officer walking beside her. “Officer, can I ask-what exactly did

She got in a fight and

stopped in her tracks,

done that? It seemed

disbelief

news: Sherilyn, a waitress at a downtown diner, had defended herself after two men

duty couldn't stop whispering

she must be tough as

"Poor thing. Working ima restaurant, raising a little

up. "Wait—she has

didn't you see the

echoed the word quietly to herself, a memory tugging

night shift, Joyce headed home and

"Hey, Nanson, it's me."

"Joyce! What's up?"

diving right in. "You still have friends in Crestwood,

graduated

going on?

Please. It's urgent-someone's life is at stake.

for

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