The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 619

Charles glanced at Evelyn, worry etched deep into his face. He could keep going, but she was at her limit.

Her feet were swollen and blistered from hours of searching. Every step looked painful, and if she didn’t stop soon, she might never recover.

He knew he had to step in. “Eve, please. That’s enough. Come back to the hotel and get some rest.”

But Evelyn wasn’t having it. She ignored him, so he didn’t give her a choice—he scooped her up and carried her toward the car that had been following them all day.

She’d spent hours searching, running on empty. She didn’t have the strength to fight him off, but her glare was full of fury. “Charles, put me down!”

“Eve, please stop doing this to yourself. Take a breath. You know the truth—Charlie’s gone. You were there for her cremation, you laid her to rest. There’s no way she’s here, not in this country.”

His words trembled with pain as he spoke.

Charles held her tight, refusing to let her out of the car, refusing to let her keep hurting herself.

“Stop the car! Let me out!” Evelyn shouted, struggling to break free.

She didn’t want to hear another word. All she could think about was finding Charlie.

She knew Charlie was gone. She’d seen her die on the operating table with her own eyes. She’d arranged the funeral herself, said goodbye.

But Charlie was her daughter, her own flesh and blood. She’d carried her for nine months, watched her take her first breath, seen her grow from a baby to a bright, lively five-year-old.

She’d never mistake her daughter’s voice.

She didn’t know how it was possible, didn’t know how Charlie could be alive, here of all places. She only knew what she’d heard—Charlie, calling for her mom.

Charlie needed her.

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