The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 555

Charles's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the streaks of gray and white that had newly grown into the crown of Evelyn's hair, disbelief filling his eyes.

His lips trembled. "Eve, your hair..."

Evelyn took advantage of his shock, shoving Charles hard away from her.

His left leg gave out beneath him, sending him stumbling back until he crashed into the hospital bed.

Evelyn instinctively reached up to touch her own hair, but she said nothing. She turned and strode toward the door.

"Eve!"

Charles tried to catch her, desperate for answers, but before his hand could reach her, Josephine's sharp voice cut through the air. "Charles!"

He froze at the sound, glancing back. "Mrs. Jenkins, you're awake."

"Mom, you're awake." Evelyn, too, stopped and turned, as if to go back to the bedside, but Josephine spoke first: "Eve, I'm fine."

She shot Evelyn a look-a silent plea to leave.

Seeing Josephine was alright, Evelyn said, "Mom, Brooks saved us. I'm worried about him. I want to check on Brooks."

"Go ahead." Josephine's hand closed firmly around Charles's wrist.

Charles was still reeling, his heart in pieces, watching Evelyn turn to leave. He wanted nothing more than to grab her, to force her to explain what had happened to her hair.

But Josephine's grip was iron.

He couldn't break free without a scene, so he turned, pleading, "Mrs. Jenkins..."

Josephine met his gaze. After Evelyn left the room, she spoke quietly, "Charles, sit."

could never disobey Josephine. Biting back

drawn face and

rushed in to save her first. She remembered it all-the way he'd risked everything to

His voice was

meant nothing now-not compared

only

memory, from the moment Eve joined the Jenkins family, she had always had a head of thick, jet-black hair. It was glossy and full. Where other women complained of postpartum hair loss, Eve never had to worry. Even after Charlie was born, her hair remained as black and lustrous as

So how...?

Eve's hair..." he asked,

and Eve.

it was

regret, for Eve, were

She

couldn't avenge Charlie. Overnight, her hair turned

when he saw the gray, but now, hearing it

if it

would have given anything to pull Evelyn

he could turn

before Charlie was born...

pain, but she steeled

on, Eve

to go on, her

know why Charlie died? Do you

truly feel what Charlie's death

deep. You don't have the right to ask for her forgiveness. Do you

time, Josephine didn't rage. She spoke in the calmest possible tone, but every word cut

straight

how he