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

around, puzzled. Had he heard

Crash!

as something heavy fell, making the ground

up, Edgar saw a section of the wall had collapsed, and a metal door was leaning awkwardly to one side, almost flat on

Was it Sherilyn?

rushed to the door,

It was Sherilyn!

her lying there, Edgar

on one knee, carefully, and scooped her

"Sherilyn!"

eyes were tightly shut, she had

breathing, which was very weak. She must have inhaled too much

I'm getting you out of

around Sherilyn, then, lifting her onto his back, he

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

was waiting outside; once they got there, she

stepped over the unstable

crash sounded from behind! The ground

the

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

gasped for air, breaking out in

That was close!

he found

if the firefighters had arrived a moment later, it wouldn't