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."

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

sleep with

pang of heartache. Wearing the clothes that got wet from bathing Sandy, Dahlia

clearly see everything from his position. She was curvaceous

to have all her attention drawn to

crying, okay? The doctor just told you yesterday not to get too

wouldn't listen. She shook her little head like a rattle drum and persisted in asking Charles to stay. Her small hands clutched Charles' sleeve. She shook it and pleaded pitifully, "Daddy, please?" For the

forced a smile at Charles. "Charles, don't mind

as if she had been abandoned. She cried softly, "Daddy, just for one night, please? I am begging

cried intermittently, looking

just stabilized, and she needed to rest well. Getting too worked

the end, Charles nodded,

...

in the

didn't refuse and arrived