The Day Our Promise Breaks

Dahlia forced herself to stay calm.

Since returning to her home country, Charles had been providing a monthly allowance of a million dollars to support her and her daughter.

When Sandy fell ill, Charles took it upon himself to cover all the medical expenses and other miscellaneous costs. A million dollars wasn't hard for her to handle.

"You better not play any tricks!" John gave Dahlia a warning look.

Before Charles arrived, he quickly slipped around the corner and left.

"Having trouble?" Charles glanced in the direction where John had disappeared.

"He was just asking for directions," Dahlia replied coolly.

Charles didn't inquire further, and they left the hospital together.

...

entire day. By the time she woke up, it

had any food

clothes, and walked downstairs to a diner across the street, where she ordered a large bowl of chicken noodle soup. She ate slowly, spoonful by spoonful, and gradually felt warmth returning to her body. After paying,

well-situated, but the complex was old and run-down. A few of the streetlights still worked, and the property

behind her. Having been

her hand into her bag and gripped

was no one

down her guard. She turned back around and continued

walking, the footsteps appeared

looking back, she quickened her pace. As she sped up, the footsteps behind her

building as fast as she could, swiped her access card and

behind her that she dared to look back. Through the glass door, there was no sign of

Once inside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors

out

about to close the door behind her, a large hand slapped against it,