The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 611

The night was deep and quiet.

Evelyn couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned, then finally slipped out of bed, drove off into the darkness, and made her way to Charlie’s grave.

As she drew near, she spotted a familiar silhouette, half-kneeling in front of the headstone.

It was Charles.

Maybe he felt her there, because he turned and their eyes met, holding for a beat.

When he realized it was really her, his face changed. He tried to stand, but he’d been kneeling too long—his legs gave out, and he stumbled back down, his knees hitting the ground hard.

He didn’t even pause to catch his breath. Pushing himself up with the help of the headstone, Charles walked over and slipped his coat off, draping it over Evelyn’s shoulders.

She flinched away on instinct.

A flicker of pain crossed his face. In a soft voice, he said, “Eve, that’s all it is. I’m not here to make things harder for you. It’s freezing up here, and after everything you’ve been through, you shouldn’t be out in this wind. Just wear it until we get down the hill. You can give it back after, okay?”

Evelyn didn’t protest. That was answer enough.

Charles quickly settled the coat around her, shielding her from the mountain’s chill. His touch was gentle. As he adjusted the coat, his hand brushed against the back of hers. His fingers were icy cold—he must’ve been here a long time.

Evelyn said nothing. She walked to the grave and arranged the things she’d brought: a bunch of fresh lilies, a small teddy bear, and a slice of apple pie.

She stared at the photo on the headstone—a five-year-old boy’s face, smiling forever in that single moment.

Her heart finally stilled.

She knew she hadn’t made a mistake.

Charles stood quietly at her left, shielding her from the wind, maybe for the last time.

They’d never spent this much time together with Charlie—not while he was alive.

Now, it didn’t matter anymore.

—

Evelyn was still weak.

She managed the steps down, but it was a struggle. Charles crouched in front of her, looking up. “Eve, let me carry you. Please, just this once. When we leave here, I won’t bother you again.”

She looked at his face, pale and drawn, the bandage still on his forehead.

She’d seen him earlier at the hospital. He looked terrible.

His eyes were rimmed red, and the way he looked at her was full of sorrow.

This time, Charles really was letting go.

Just as she’d wanted.

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