Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel 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!

Edgar moved towards the sound, step by step, is this the place? It must be.

Then, suddenly, the voice disappeared.

Edgar looked around, puzzled. Had he heard wrong?

Crash!

A loud noise, as something heavy fell, making the ground tremble!

Looking up, Edgar saw a section of the wall had collapsed, and a metal door was leaning awkwardly to one side, almost flat on the ground.

And at the doorway lay a slender figure, a girl!

Was it Sherilyn?

That was Edgar’s first thought, his heart racing as he rushed to the door, stepping over the skewed metal gate to reach the figure.

It was Sherilyn!

Just from the sight of her lying there, Edgar recognized her!

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