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 this the

suddenly, the

around, puzzled. Had

Crash!

noise, as something heavy fell,

saw a section of the wall had collapsed, and a metal door was leaning awkwardly

Was it Sherilyn?

Edgar's first thought, his heart racing as he rushed to the door,

It was Sherilyn!

sight of her lying there, Edgar

Edgar knelt on one knee, carefully,

"Sherilyn!"

were tightly shut, she had

which was very weak. She must have inhaled too

you out of

Sherilyn, then, lifting her

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

outside; once they got there, she

over the unstable

loud crash sounded from

the

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

breaking

That was close!

goodness he found Sherilyn in

a moment later, it wouldn't have made a