{Author's Note: I'm sorry I've been making mistakes with the name. Sherry's surname is Whitmore, not Whitman. Please, forgive the mistakes and enjoy reading.}
Sherry had finally locked the store, shooting a short gaze at the mess of a store before closing the door that seemed barely holding on its hinge.
"I don't know…" Sherry started, holding the same soft hands that had almost taken two lives. "I don't know how to thank you… I don't even know the right words… Today, I was really amazed… You…"
Her voice was heavy with emotions, but Syril stopped her words softly, freeing a hand to place a finger on her lips.
"It's fine, Sherry… You deserve more than that. You've helped me in ways that I can't possibly summarize. You don't need to stress yourself. You should just head home now and rest. I'll come check on you tomorrow," Syril gently said, brushing a strand of her brown hair covering her reddened face.
