The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 277

She hung up right away. The second she did, a text flashed on her screen: [Pick up the video call now, or you'll regret it.] Attached was a haunting image of Charlie's cemetery.

Seeing that familiar place, Evelyn felt like her mind had just exploded into chaos. All those emotions she’d tried so hard to suppress came rushing back, leaving her shaky and off-balance. Her hands shook so much she nearly fumbled her phone.

Evelyn took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but before she could, the video call buzzed again. Almost on autopilot, she answered, and Dahlia's face popped up on the screen.

There she was, standing by Charlie's gravestone, eyes brimming with spite. "Come alone," Dahlia hissed, "and keep your mouth shut, or your little treasure will be gone forever."

The camera shifted a bit, and Evelyn saw it—a pink urn she knew all too well. It was Charlie's. Charlie adored pink; Evelyn had picked that urn out herself. No way she was wrong.

Evelyn's brain was a mess. She blurted out, "Okay, I'm on my way. Just don't hurt Charlie!"

"Evelyn, don't mess with me," Dahlia warned. "I'll do whatever it takes."

Dahlia kept the video call running, her eyes glued to Evelyn to make sure she didn't call for help. Evelyn didn't even pause to grab her coat. She bolted out, still in her hotel slippers.

...

Before reaching the cemetery, Dahlia had Evelyn get out of the car. Following Dahlia's directions, she walked over ten minutes until she spotted her.

Dahlia looked perfectly put together, a stark contrast to Evelyn's frazzled state. As soon as Evelyn arrived, Dahlia ended the call and hoisted the pink urn high in the air.

"Dahlia, don't you dare!" Evelyn screamed, her voice breaking with desperation.