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."

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

drawn face and asked, "Are

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

fine." His voice

his injuries meant nothing now-not compared to the

about his wounds. He only cared about what had

and full. Where other women complained of postpartum hair loss, Eve never had to worry. Even after Charlie was born, her hair remained as

So how...?

Jenkins, Eve's hair..." he asked,

to save her and Eve. She knew now-Charles's

it was

his regret, for Eve, were

She had never

She couldn't

the gray,

as if it might

given anything to pull Evelyn into his arms. More than

he could turn

before Charlie was born...

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

went on, Eve

go on, her voice

you know why Charlie died? Do you

could ever truly feel what Charlie's death meant to Eve,

Eve runs too deep. You don't have

didn't rage. She spoke in the calmest possible tone,

straight into Charles's

didn't even remember how he left the