Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 1229

"Jenna?"

At last, Sherilyn stirred. Hesitant, she slowly lifted her head and looked at the

phone screen.

One small image—and with just that, her eyes reddened and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Jenna!"

She whispered the name, then lunged forward, snatching the phone from Joyce's hand. She cradled it, staring hungrily at the screen.

It was her Jenna. No mistake.

"You-" Sherilyn looked at Joyce in disbelief, tears trembling on her lashes. Her voice quivered, words tumbling out awkwardly. "How... how did you...?"

But Joyce understood her perfectly.

Standing on the other side of the barrier, Joyce patiently explained, "It wasn't hard to find her. I asked the police, and they told me where she had been taken." Sherilyn's eyes were swollen and red, her lips trembling. "So Jenna, right now..."

"Don't worry." Joyce's own eyes grew misty with emotion. "She's staying at a foster home. I've visited her-and asked the director to take special care of her. But I haven't been able to bring her out yet. That's why..."

Joyce gripped the bars tightly. “You have to stay strong. Once you get out, you'll be able to take Jenna home."

"But I...” Sherilyn's tears fell harder, her voice filled with despair. How could she possibly get out?

someone.

Daniel, your attorney. He'll handle your case. It was self-defense-it wasn't your fault. You'll

Attorney?

a flicker of hope disturbed the dead calm in

He was white.

throat tightened, tears rushing even faster.

Joyce now. The doctor who had treated her wounds that night, who'd said they came from the same place, who'd draped a coat over her

had brought her

Sherilyn dropped to her

through the bars to help her up. "What are you doing? Get

iron bars

give you in return!" Sherilyn bowed

it against the

again

the sound echoing

tiles.

CUMS

head, her forehead was split, blood

do

her foot, desperate. “If

want to

then pull

Do you hear