How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Jarrod really did change rooms. Now, so early in the morning, he and Sylvie were coming and going together. There was no doubt they'd spent the whole night in the same room.

Elodie suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

She turned away from the two of them, slipped back into her room, and rushed to the bathroom, trying to throw up—anything, just to get rid of that nauseous feeling.

But nothing came up.

Her appetite had been terrible lately. Maybe things were even worse for her than she'd realized.

Elodie stared at her pale, hollow-eyed reflection in the mirror, a chill crawling up her spine.

People are so fragile, she thought.

At least she could be grateful she'd woken up before things became truly irreversible.

She still had time to become herself again.

With a determined breath, Elodie touched up her makeup, determined not to look so worn out.

She asked the innkeeper to arrange a car to take her back down the mountain. Just then, her grandmother called.

grandfather gone early, Rosemary had

Elodie's mother passed away, Rosemary grew even more

Elodie cleared her throat before answering,

breakfast?" Rosemary asked, her tone gentle for someone usually so

her chest. "I'm eating now.

softly. "It's nothing urgent. I just finished knitting two scarves for you and Jarrod. The weather's getting colder, and these will keep you warm. When can you come by

down, guilt flickering in her eyes. "Grandma, you really don't have to go through

married into a family like his. There's not much I can do to help, so I do what I can. Be good to Jarrod, all right? If he has any conscience, he'll

corner of her eyes with her fingertip. "He's just...

beat. "Can you

seen Elodie and Jarrod

and finally agreed, "Alright. I'll

the one to talk to her grandmother about the

biggest problems had to have

her to ever know the truth-that Jarrod had cheated. It would only upset her and take a toll on her

something Jarrod needed to

room and walked

noticed it was