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!

by step, is

suddenly, the

around, puzzled. Had he

Crash!

as something heavy fell, making the ground

awkwardly to one side, almost flat

Was it Sherilyn?

he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed

It was Sherilyn!

sight of her lying

one knee, carefully, and scooped her up in

"Sherilyn!"

tightly shut, she had

checking her breathing, which was very weak.

I'm getting you out of

then, lifting her onto

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

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

over the unstable metal

crash sounded from behind! The ground

back, the metal door

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

breaking out in a cold

That was close!

he found

moment later, it wouldn't have