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!

step, is this the place? It

the voice

puzzled. Had

Crash!

heavy fell, making the

leaning awkwardly to one side, almost flat on the ground. And at the doorway

Was it Sherilyn?

first thought, his heart racing as he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed

It was Sherilyn!

sight of her

knee, carefully, and scooped her

"Sherilyn!"

shut, she had lost

deeply, checking her breathing, which was very weak. She must have inhaled too

I'm getting you out

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

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

got there, she would get the

stepped over the unstable metal

a loud crash sounded from behind! The

back, the

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

breaking out in

That was close!

goodness he found

had arrived a moment later, it wouldn't have made a