Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 689

Sherilyn was sprawled on the floor, barely hanging on to consciousness.

Mouth agape, she called for help out of sheer instinct.

"Help...somebody...please..."

Her voice was so faint, she raised her hand, clenched it into a fist, and pounded on the door with all her might.

Thump, thump, thump.

It was all she could manage, one knock after the other.

"Please, somebody...help me..."

Suddenly, Edgar halted in his tracks, his ears perking up...someone was there! He heard a voice!

But, it was faint, unclear if it was Sherilyn?

"Sherilyn, is that you?"

His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he slowed down, afraid of drowning out that slender voice.

Holding his breath, he listened intently.

"Help...please help me..."

It was coming from this direction!

He must be close!

towards the sound, step by step, is this the place?

suddenly, the voice

looked around, puzzled. Had he

Crash!

as something heavy fell, making

metal door was leaning awkwardly

Was it Sherilyn?

as he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed

It was Sherilyn!

from the sight of her lying there, Edgar

Edgar knelt on one knee, carefully, and scooped her up

"Sherilyn!"

shut,

very weak. She must have inhaled too much

getting you out

wrapped a blanket around Sherilyn, then, lifting her onto his

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

once they got there,

stepped over the

a loud crash sounded from behind! The ground shook

back, the metal door

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

for air, breaking out in a cold

That was close!

goodness he found Sherilyn

had arrived a moment later,