The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 220

The morning came too soon.

Even after taking her meds, Evelyn barely caught a wink of sleep. She woke up with a pounding headache in the grand master bedroom of Oakwood Manor, memories of last night rushing back to her in a dizzying whirl. The image of Dahlia maliciously dousing Charlie's tombstone in cursed animal blood flashed vividly in her mind, leaving her seething. Dahlia was determined to trap Charlie’s soul forever. The thought of it made Evelyn boil with anger. She wanted nothing more than to put an end to Dahlia, that venomous woman.

Just as Evelyn was about to get up, she caught Charles talking on the phone out on the balcony. He was using a gentle tone to calm an agitated Dahlia. “Don’t worry, last night was just a fluke. It won’t happen again. I’ve got bodyguards set up to keep you safe; she won’t get a chance to harm you or Sandy.”

Evelyn couldn’t focus on anything else he said. One thought consumed her: bodyguards around Dahlia made her untouchable. A wave of helplessness washed over her. The weight on her chest felt like it was crushing her, making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up and silently trickled down her cheeks. She felt utterly powerless. Dahlia was beyond her reach.

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Once Charles hung up, he headed back into the bedroom, ready to approach Evelyn, but his phone rang again. It was Aiden.

“Mr. Jenkins, everything's set. Miss Charlie would definitely feel touched by this.”

“Good.”

“Yeah, I can come in.”

Evelyn arranged a time, got up, freshened up, and drove to her psychologist's office. Seeing Evelyn’s state, the doctor suggested she find a way to let it all out.

“You should talk with a close friend or family member more often. Don’t try to handle everything alone.”

Evelyn had been bottling things up for too long like a string pulled too tight. Without a release, she was on the brink of breaking.