How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 19

Elodie instinctively tightened her grip on her fork. "No, really, I'm fine. I've just been busy-skipping meals, that's all."

She'd lost a lot of weight since she got sick. Her appetite was gone, and nothing seemed to stay down, but neither Jarrod nor Ivan had noticed.

Only her grandmother, the one person who truly loved her, had sensed something was wrong right away.

But Elodie couldn't tell her.

Her grandmother was getting on in years, and after Elodie's mother passed away, she hadn't been able to handle any more shocks. Her uncle, Emile Thorne, had been in a care home battling liver cancer for months. If Elodie fell apart, how could either of them cope?

"Elodie, are you unhappy?" Rosemary watched her with concern, picking up on the unease in her demeanor. "Did you and Jarrod argue?"

Why else would Jarrod barely ever come by with her?

Elodie set down her fork and hugged her grandmother tightly. "No, honestly, we're doing just fine. Don't worry about me. Next time, I promise, I'll bring him here myself so he can tell you."

Just as soon as the divorce was finalized.

Then they could both move on.

For now, Rosemary just kept piling food onto Elodie's plate, wishing she could somehow make her put on twenty pounds overnight.

Even though the thought of eating made her queasy, Elodie smiled and ate everything her grandmother offered.

Before she left, she wrapped herself in the scarf her grandmother had knitted.

Monday.

to The Silverstein Group. She drove straight to

resignation, and she'd wrapped up her work. It

left the men's scarf in the car and wore

were waiting

management team. Now that Elodie had invested her

graduated from top universities in

was far from impressive-her only real work

was a tech company, not a place

only hire people with at least a

didn't seem to

Put all their degrees together and they still wouldn't be half as

years ago

to make sure you're not still lovesick. If you bail halfway through the project,

stared at

Alexander-blunt as

to see you," Alexander's assistant knocked at the door.

"Who is it?"

says she's here on behalf of Mr. Silverstein from

Esmeralda, who folded her arms and sneered.

Jarrod? Tell her to

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