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,

the

looked around, puzzled. Had he

Crash!

loud noise, as something heavy fell, making the

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

Was it Sherilyn?

his heart racing as he rushed to the

It was Sherilyn!

of her lying there, Edgar

knelt on one knee, carefully, and scooped

"Sherilyn!"

shut, she had

deeply, checking her breathing, which was very weak. She

I'm getting you

then, lifting her onto his back,

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

ambulance was waiting outside; once they got there,

stepped over the unstable

from behind! The

back, the metal

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

gasped for air, breaking out in a

That was close!

found Sherilyn

had arrived a moment later, it wouldn't