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."

felt extremely hurt for being scolded by her mom. Tears quickly filled her eyes, and she watched Dahlia with a whimpering cry. "I'm not making a fuss. I just want to sleep with you and

kids can sleep with their Mommy and Daddy, so why can't

this, Dahlia felt a pang of heartache. Wearing the clothes that got wet from bathing Sandy, Dahlia quickly walked to the bed and bent down to

position. She was curvaceous and perfectly shaped. Her figure could

all her attention drawn to her

tried to comfort her distraught daughter,, "Be a good girl, Sandy. Stop crying, okay? The doctor just told you yesterday not to get too worked up. Have you

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 first time, Charles, who usually gave in to Sandy's requests,

"Charles, don't mind her. She'll stop crying soon. It's

Charles. Her tears made her look even more pitiful as if she had been abandoned. She cried softly,

intermittently, looking

to rest well. Getting

Charles

...

Dahlia early in the

and arrived