How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, Miss Elodie Thorne. You missed the optimal window for surgery..."

Elodie stood frozen for a long time, clutching the diagnosis confirming her uterine cancer, before she finally dialed Jarrod Silverstein's secretary, Keith.

The line rang endlessly before he picked up, his tone as flippant as ever. "Yes, Mrs. Silverstein? Can I help you?"

Elodie's fingers curled, stiff and cold. "Is Jarrod there? I need to speak with him."

"Mr. Silverstein is unavailable at the moment," Keith replied.

"Please, could you put him on—"

She didn't even finish before another voice floated through the receiver-a woman's voice, gentle and sweet. "Jarrod," she teased, "what's this surprise? Why all the secrecy?"

"Look up," came Jarrod's deep, familiar voice-so gentle, yet never for her.

A second later, Keith cut the call without hesitation.

At that very moment-

Boom-

An explosion thundered from across the harbor. Elodie looked up, her face drained of color.

Brilliant fireworks burst over the distant waterfront, streaks of color twisting together in the midnight blue sky-beautiful, like something out of a fairy tale.

had

Group. He threw this whole fireworks show for his

hire her. She's smart, gorgeous, comes from a powerful family, and her boyfriend is not only handsome but totally

her. Who wouldn't be proud to

in her hand until finally, the thin paper slipped from

and walked

Later that night.

sitting alone in

the lights, frowning. "Why aren't you

his arm, and his dark eyes- cold and

think his indifference was just

ice in her arms could burn like fire for

than a whisper. "I

onto the couch, barely interested. "What did the

had been complaining of stomach pain for weeks. He'd promised to go with her, but there was always

her he'd come along. But then he

rush just

spared a thought

wait and see," Elodie said softly, lowering

a

arms, his breath hot

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