How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 13

Sylvie had just earned her drone license, and she piloted the thing with effortless skill.

Every swoop and loop she pulled from the sky brought another burst of applause.

Talented, poised, completely self-assured.

No wonder, really.

It was easy to see how Jarrod could fall for her at first sight.

A woman like Sylvie-she had everything it took to turn heads and draw men in.

Elodie had to admit, even from a neutral perspective, that Sylvie was magnetic. She was gentle, confident, and composed-raised with every advantage, smart and ambitious, and beautiful to boot.

Wherever she went, the spotlight followed.

But...

Everything Sylvie had was stolen.

Her mother and Elodie's mother had once been friends. Sylvie's mom had grown up with little, and Elodie's mother had stepped in-paying her college tuition, helping her get into grad school.

But in the end...

Sylvie's mother plagiarized Elodie's mother's work.

ladder over Elodie's mother's broken back.

have to lift a finger, and everything she wanted just fell

into Elodie's

she left the stage, a swarm

stuck in the middle of the crowd, jostled several

chance to dodge. She stumbled, pain flaring

between you two! Are we

Elodie looked up.

shielding her from the press. His expression was cold, his presence enough to make the journalists hesitate. "Please,

reporters giggled and exchanged

so well! Are

caught Jarrod's gaze flicker her way

What did that mean?

he warning her to

spreading into her stomach. She bit down

grabbed

don't cause a

at him, momentarily

and blurt out the truth?

face went pale, then cold. She jerked her arm from

even bother replying-just turned on her heel and walked away, slender back

after

his hand, still tingling from where she'd pulled away,

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