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

the

puzzled. Had he heard

Crash!

as something heavy fell, making

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

Was it Sherilyn?

rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed metal gate to reach the

It was Sherilyn!

of her lying there,

knelt on one knee, carefully, and scooped her

"Sherilyn!"

tightly shut, she had

was very weak. She must have inhaled too much

I'm getting you

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

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

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

over the unstable metal

crash sounded from

the

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

for air, breaking out in a cold

That was close!

he found Sherilyn in

arrived a moment later, it wouldn't