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.

...

the entire day. By the time she

any food all day, she was

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

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

dark stretch of road, she heard footsteps behind her. Having been dragged into an alley once before,

her hand into her bag and gripped the pocketknife she carried for

no

let down her guard. She turned back around and continued

she started walking, the footsteps

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

fast as

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

elevator. Once inside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. The old elevator moved slowly. After a

out

her door, key in hand. Just as she was about to close the door behind her, a large hand slapped against it,