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.

With Elodie's grandfather gone early, Rosemary had poured all her energy

Rosemary grew even more quiet-except when it came

her throat before answering, making

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

chest. "I'm eating now. Missing me

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 to pick them up? Maybe stay for dinner-I'll make your favorite sweet and

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

do to help, so I do what I can. Be good to Jarrod, all right?

her eyes with her fingertip.

missing a beat. "Can you both come by in the

so long since Rosemary had seen Elodie

considered it and finally agreed, "Alright. I'll try

about the divorce

biggest problems had to

It would only upset her and take a toll

Jarrod needed

her room and walked down

it