The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 551

Night had fallen. Under cover of darkness, Dahlia drove a car belonging to one of the male orderlies from the psychiatric hospital to Maple Garden.

She parked across from the building where Evelyn lived, in one of the ground- level parking spots.

Sitting in the car, she watched as Evelyn and Josephine went upstairs, her eyes narrowing with poisonous intent as she fixed her gaze on the windows of their floor.

She waited, watching, until the lights finally went out.

Another hour passed. Only when she was certain they were asleep did Dahlia quietly open the trunk.

She dragged out a massive metal gas can, nearly half as heavy as she was.

The world was silent.

Struggling under the weight, Dahlia crept upstairs, picked the lock to Evelyn's apartment, and slipped inside.

Moving with chilling precision, she unscrewed the cap of the gas can. The sharp tang of gasoline quickly filled the air as the clear liquid gushed onto the hardwood floor.

When the living room was soaked, she carried what remained-about a third of the can-to the master and second bedroom doors, dousing each threshold. Finally, she walked to the front door, pulled a lighter from her pocket, and in the flickering flame, her face twisted into a vicious, hateful smile.

She flicked the lighter and tossed it toward the master bedroom.

gasoline caught fire

flames erupted, Dahlia's voice, full of venom and curses, rang out: "Evelyn, go to

right to happiness. Evelyn needed to die-and Charles, too, needed

poured the rest of the gasoline across it, cutting off

moments, panicked screams

cry was followed

was overwhelming-thick, black smoke

for Josephine and she tried to reach the master bedroom. But most of the room was already engulfed in

was no water. There was no way through the

the living room-she couldn't even call for

the blaze

help, every breath only brought more searing smoke into her

face as she coughed uncontrollably, pressing her sleeve over her nose and mouth in a desperate attempt to

no idea how her mother was faring in the other room, no dea if rescue was on the way. All she could feel was the agonizing burn in

onto the floor,

had gotten into the habit of waiting

annoy them, so he only drove over late

he saw a