There they were, a line of trash bins along the sidewalk.
Sawyer pointed to one of them, a green one, and nodded at Mr. Francis.
Francis swallowed hard, getting the hint. He walked over to the green bin.
Someone beside him lifted the lid.
"Ah..."
The moment the lid was opened, a terrified scream from Rebecca White filled the air, followed by low sobs and desperate pleas.
"Please, don't come any closer... I'm begging you, stop, no more!"
Francis moved closer, peering down at her.
Rebecca White was curled up in a tiny ball, her clothes and face smeared with dirt, the very picture of misery.
Before hiding in there, who knows what she had encountered? Her face bore scratches, and her knuckles were scraped.
Were there more injuries elsewhere on her body?
Francis felt a pang of concern. He needed to get her out of there, fast!
He reached out his hand toward Rebecca White. "Rebecca White..."
"Ah!"
Just hearing his voice made Rebecca White scream in panic. "Stay back! Don't come any closer!"
She flailed her arms in the air as she yelled.
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
Just like that, she had scared off anyone who had come looking for her.
Francis frowned, not stepping back but instead grabbing her shoulder. "Rebecca White! Calm down!"
Her body went rigid at his touch, fear evident in her wide-open eyes.
"Rebecca White!"
Unable to bear seeing her in such a state, Francis wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his chest.
He quickly leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"It's me, Henson! Can you recognize my voice?"
"...Henson?" Rebecca White, still half-doubting, leaned against his shoulder.
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