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!"

with me," Dahlia warned.

her eyes glued to Evelyn to make sure she didn't call for help. Evelyn didn't even pause to grab her coat. She

cemetery, Dahlia had Evelyn get out of the car. Following Dahlia's directions, she walked over ten minutes

contrast to Evelyn's frazzled state. As soon as Evelyn arrived, Dahlia ended

screamed, her voice breaking

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

clutched the urn, her eyes shooting daggers

seemed vast. Dahlia looked Evelyn over, noting how fragile and worn she seemed. Yet, Charles had wanted

was supposed to

Why Evelyn?!

bitterness, Dahlia's expression turned icy,

into a

about your little treasure,

now, Evelyn had the nerve to stand her