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."

how much he longed to chase after Evelyn, Charles could never disobey Josephine. Biting

face and asked, "Are you badly

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

fine." His voice was

meant nothing now-not compared to the shock of Evelyn's gray

care about his wounds. He only cared about what

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

So how...?

Eve's hair..."

him. Last night, he had risked everything to save her and Eve. She

was

his regret, for Eve,

him. She

died, Eve was devastated. She couldn't avenge Charlie. Overnight, her hair

as much when he saw the gray,

as if it

to pull Evelyn into his arms. More than

he could turn back

before Charlie was born...

and her own heart twisted with pain, but she steeled herself. Better a short pain

Eve would only suffer

to go on, her voice cold

Charlie died? Do you understand why Eve couldn't fight for

death meant to Eve, you would never ask her for

Eve runs too deep. You don't have the right to

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

syllable drove straight into Charles's

how he left the