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 this the place? It

the voice

looked around, puzzled.

Crash!

heavy fell, making the

and a metal door was leaning awkwardly to one side, almost flat on the ground. And at the doorway lay a

Was it Sherilyn?

he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed

It was Sherilyn!

the sight of her lying

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

"Sherilyn!"

tightly shut,

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

getting you

Sherilyn, then, lifting her

"Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

got there, she would get the

stepped over the unstable

sounded from

the metal

where Sherilyn had been

allen to the delet

lying!

air, breaking out in

That was close!

found

a moment later, it wouldn't