The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 277

She hung up right away. The second she did, a text flashed on her screen: [Pick up the video call now, or you'll regret it.] Attached was a haunting image of

Charlie's cemetery.

Seeing that familiar place, Evelyn felt like her mind had just exploded into chaos. All those emotions she'd tried so hard to suppress came rushing back, leaving her shaky and off-balance. Her hands shook so much she nearly fumbled her phone.

Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but before she could, the video call buzzed again. Almost on autopilot, she answered, and Dahlia's face popped up on the screen.

There she was, standing by Charlie's gravestone, eyes brimming with spite. "Come alone," Dahlia hissed, "and keep your mouth shut, or your little treasure will be gone forever."

The camera shifted a bit, and Evelyn saw it—a pink urn she knew all too well. It was Charlie's. Charlie adored pink; Evelyn had picked that urn out herself. No way

she was wrong.

Evelyn's brain was a mess. She blurted out, "Okay, I'm on my way. Just don't hurt Charlie!"

mess with me," Dahlia warned. "I'll do

didn't call for help. Evelyn didn't even pause to grab her coat. She bolted

out of the car. Following Dahlia's

together, a stark contrast to Evelyn's frazzled state. As soon as Evelyn arrived, Dahlia ended the call and hoisted the pink urn

you dare!" Evelyn screamed, her voice breaking

in pieces as she lunged forward, but Dahlia's sharp voice stopped her cold. "Stay

clutched the urn, her eyes shooting

space between them seemed vast. Dahlia looked Evelyn over, noting how fragile

she was of Evelyn. But she was supposed to

Why Evelyn?!

bitterness, Dahlia's expression turned

into a

to care much about

the nerve to stand her ground. Dahlia's smile grew