The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 192

Brooks' arm, which had been raised in a moment of concern, suddenly paused mid-air. Reality settled back in. He quietly withdrew his hand. Evelyn was lost in her thoughts while gazing out the window and didn't notice a thing.

She turned away from the window, reached into her bag for her phone, and hesitated for a moment when she saw the caller ID. After taking a deep breath to steady herself, she answered, "Hello, ma'am."

The call was from the pottery studio. The ceramic mug that Charlie had crafted before she passed was ready, and they were wondering when she might come to pick it up. "I'll head over now," Evelyn replied before ending the call.

Before she could say anything else, Brooks chimed in, "Where to? I'll drive you." Evelyn accepted his offer without a second thought and gave him the studio's address. Brooks relayed the information to the driver, who promptly turned at the next corner, steering towards the pottery studio.

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his side. The owner warmly greeted Evelyn, "Ms. Evelyn, so good to see you!" She glanced behind

but because she was the only child who never complained about being tired or was afraid of failing. Most kids treated pottery like playing with clay. They found it fun at first but soon lost interest. Not Charlie. The owner couldn't

the best health,

for her dad. It took her over two months, but she finally managed to shape it just right. The owner could

eyes. She bit her lip, trying to swallow the lump in her throat, lowered

Adults have their unspoken

fond of Charlie, but their brief encounter was not deep enough to share

be over the moon," the owner said, blissfully unaware of the truth. Charlie had been so excited about

mug to Evelyn. She accepted it, and through the clear wrapping, she saw the family portrait Charlie had painted on the

heart ached almost to