How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"You didn't know?" The old lady immediately caught on that something was off, her tone prickling with irritation. "I booked a two-day getaway for you and Jarrod at Mount Serene just a couple of days ago. Yesterday, I asked Jarrod about it and he said he already gave you the tickets."

Elodie blinked in surprise-Jarrod hadn't mentioned any of this to her.

It couldn't be more obvious: he had no intention of going on a trip with her and had simply lied to appease his grandmother.

"Grandma, it's just that I have something urgent to take care of, so—"

"It's the weekend! What could possibly be so important?" Her grandmother wasn't having it. "Don't you cover for that rascal. Here's what's going to happen: you're going, and I'll call that boy and make sure he gets there too. I've planned everything, so just get a move on."

Elodie tried to protest. "Grandma, actually, Jarrod and I already—"

"What about you two?" The old lady's tone softened, concern replacing annoyance.

It was clear she still didn't know about the divorce. Apparently, Jarrod hadn't told the Silverstein family yet. Otherwise, why would his grandmother bother arranging something like this for the two of them?

Elodie felt a wave of frustration. With Grandma's high blood pressure and weak heart, maybe Jarrod was waiting for the right moment to break the news gently. If Elodie let the truth slip and Grandma couldn't handle it, she'd be the villain.

The papers were signed; the divorce would be official soon enough. There'd be time to let Grandma adjust.

After a moment of deliberation, she caved. "It's nothing, Grandma. I'll head over now. Jarrod told me about it."

could reassure Grandma, that was all that mattered. She

was one step ahead: "I'll send a car

yourselves and try to give me a

could decline, the old lady hung

to her

Jarrod's relationship was lukewarm at best- especially with no baby, which was a hard pill for traditional

rest of the time, he had zero interest in touching

every night, three times a night, sometimes

Still, nothing happened.

that made it hard

with a diagnosis of uterine cancer, even that faint hope had been

nothing if not efficient the driver called her soon after. Elodie simply gave the address of a nearby supermarket, concealing the fact that she and Jarrod no longer lived together. She didn't know what Jarrod's plan was for handling the divorce, but for now, she'd play

the

to spend the weekend with her. She might as well go by herself, put in an appearance for

cozy lodges. There was a ski resort nearby and, if you woke up early,

checked in, wheeled her suitcase to her room, and was startled

in conversation. Sylvie's eyes sparkled as she smiled at

heart skipped; the scene hit

darkened when he spotted her,