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

the

looked around, puzzled. Had he heard

Crash!

heavy fell,

awkwardly to one side, almost flat on the ground. And at the doorway

Was it Sherilyn?

as he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed metal

It was Sherilyn!

of her lying there, Edgar recognized

one knee, carefully, and scooped her up in

"Sherilyn!"

tightly shut, she

was very weak. She must have inhaled

I'm getting you out of

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

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

ambulance was waiting outside; once they got there, she

Sherilyn, Edgar stepped over the unstable metal

loud crash sounded from behind! The

the

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

air, breaking

That was close!

goodness he found Sherilyn in

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