The Day Our Promise Breaks

"No, I got held up with something."

Charles responded in a subdued voice, carrying Sandy into the house.

Under the bright lights, Dahlia, whose attention had been fixed on Charles, noticed his lower lip was cut. It looked like someone had bitten it. Dahlia's smile froze for a moment.

Was Evelyn the "something" that held Charles up? Was she using her charms to keep him by her side?

...

Eight-thirty was Sandy's bedtime every night. After bathing her, Dahlia carried her to bed.

Charles picked up a bedtime storybook and sat by the bed, ready to lull her to sleep.

Sandy snuggled into his embrace, hugged his neck, and cooed softly, "Daddy, please don't go tonight. Stay and sleep with me and Mommy, okay?"

Dahlia had just finished tidying up the bathroom and stepped out. She frowned upon hearing this and scolded her daughter, "Sandy, don't make a fuss."

her eyes, and she watched Dahlia with a whimpering cry. "I'm not making a fuss. I just want to

with their Mommy

Wearing the clothes that got wet from bathing Sandy, Dahlia quickly walked to the bed and bent down

from his position. She was curvaceous and perfectly shaped. Her figure could drive a man

this, seemed to have all her attention drawn to her

softly tried to comfort her distraught daughter,, "Be a good girl, Sandy. Stop crying, okay? The doctor just

in asking Charles to stay. Her small hands clutched Charles' sleeve.

gaze dimmed. She suddenly forcefully pulled Sandy into her embrace and forced a smile at Charles. "Charles, don't mind her. She'll stop

tears made her look even more pitiful as if she had been abandoned. She cried softly, "Daddy, just for one night, please?

intermittently,

and she needed to rest well. Getting

end, Charles

...

in the morning, asking to meet

and arrived