The Day Our Promise Breaks

As the second round of fireworks soared into the sky, exploding in a burst of dazzling colors, Charles and Dahlia simultaneously bent down to kiss Sandy. One on the left and one on the right, their affectionate kisses landed on Sandy's cheeks.

The moment was frozen in time.

"Woah. Mr. Jenkins really dotes on his daughter."

"Well, I heard Dahlia is the love of his life."

Envious voices filled the air.

Evelyn's eyes turned bloodshot as she tightly wrapped her daughter's urn in her down jacket. Her heart was twisting in pain.

She covered the front of the urn with her hand, whispering softly, "Charlie, don't look!"

She didn't want her daughter to be sad.

...

ten o'clock at night when Evelyn returned to Oakwood Manor,

heavy steps upstairs, she entered her daughter's room. After tidying up her daughter's belongings, she sat on the little bed holding her daughter's urn all night long. The next morning, Evelyn came downstairs, bumping into a tall and handsome

It was Charles.

look at her, his expression as cold as ever. He did not say much but

laugh. It had been three days since their daughter died, and

Evelyn's glare. Was she still angry about him missing

Suppressing his displeasure, he said in a deep voice, "I came

in pain. She could never forget the scene she saw when she rushed into

her vomited blood, and Charles was nowhere to be

"Mommy, Daddy arrived on time. I'm having a lot

so she could spend time alone with her dad. Charlie believed he wouldn't lie to

the cold wind from

as

missed appointment? Why would she curse her own daughter to death over

could she say such