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

the voice

puzzled. Had he heard

Crash!

heavy fell,

of the wall had collapsed, and a metal door was leaning awkwardly to one

Was it Sherilyn?

rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed

It was Sherilyn!

her lying

knelt on one knee, carefully, and scooped her up in his

"Sherilyn!"

eyes were tightly shut,

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

getting you

Sherilyn, then, lifting

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

once they got there, she

over the unstable metal

loud crash sounded from behind!

the metal

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

gasped for air, breaking out in

That was close!

found Sherilyn in

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