The Day Our Promise Breaks

Chapter 639

"Mr. Jenkins, this is Aurora's room."

Luna stopped in front of a tightly closed bedroom door, her slender fingers wrapping gently around the handle as she twisted it open. The door creaked softly, shattering the hush of the hallway.

The moment the door cracked, a muffled, tear-choked murmur slipped out—a sound so raw and cold it pierced straight through Charles, clutching at his heart.

It was Charlie-his Charlie-her voice tangled up in a nightmare.

Charles's heart dropped. Everything else faded away. He barely noticed Luna as he rushed past her, bursting into the dimly lit room.

Under the golden glow of the bedside lamp, he saw her right away-a small figure curled up on the bed. Charlie was huddled beneath the thick blanket, her bangs stuck to her pale face with sweat, the picture of misery.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, long lashes fluttering desperately, as if fighting off monsters only she could see. Her little body twisted and turned, lips parting over and over as she called out, broken and pleading:

"Daddy... Daddy..."

That thin, shaky cry scorched Charles right down to the bone.

blurring his eyes. He'd spent so many days and nights believing no one would ever call him that again—believing that word, "Daddy," was lost

"Charlie!"

cry torn between

it to the bed in a heartbeat, barely stopping before he

if she might shatter at the slightest

and the expensive sleeve of his suit, he carefully wiped away the cold sweat on her face. His voice was husky but soothing, the

deepest part of him. "Daddy's got you.

was a vow to his daughter. And a silent challenge to

him, her face a perfect mask of

the very edge of the bed, so close her shoulder nearly brushed his. Leaning in, her gaze glued to Charlie's anguished face, she let her voice spill out, tight and tinged with guilt. "I don't know what happened to Aurora! I called the family doctor right away-they checked her over and over, but couldn't find a thing. Seeing her like this just... breaks my heart. I didn't know what else

at the hard line of Charles's jaw, her tone shifting to just the

I

you and Ms. Evelyn-by

every note in her

bother to call out her

big hand moved in a slow, steady