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.

...

By the time she woke up,

food all day,

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, Evelyn walked back home. By the time she reached

and run-down. A few of the streetlights still worked, and the property management did nothing to fix

behind her. Having been dragged into an alley once before, she was on

and gripped the pocketknife she carried for self-defense, then

was no

relief but didn't let down her guard. She turned back

started walking, the footsteps appeared

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

heart raced. She sprinted to her building as fast as she could,

to look back. Through the glass

didn't linger. She quickened her pace towards the elevator. Once inside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief as the elevator doors closed. The old elevator moved

stepped out

as she was about to close the door behind