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!

moved towards the sound, step by step, is this the place? It must

suddenly, the

looked around, puzzled. Had he heard

Crash!

as something heavy fell, making

collapsed, and a metal door was leaning awkwardly to one side, almost flat on the ground. And at the doorway lay a slender figure,

Was it Sherilyn?

he rushed to the door, stepping over

It was Sherilyn!

the sight of her lying there, Edgar

knelt on one knee, carefully,

"Sherilyn!"

tightly shut, she

checking her breathing, which was very

I'm getting you

Sherilyn, then, lifting her onto his back,

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

was waiting outside; once they got there, she would get

over the unstable metal

loud crash sounded from behind! The ground shook

the metal

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

air, breaking

That was close!

goodness he found

if the firefighters had arrived a moment later,