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.

The Silverstein Group.

her work. It

men's scarf in the car and wore her own

were waiting

that Elodie had invested her technical expertise, she was

Technologies had graduated from top universities in the

was far from impressive-her only

this was a tech company,

you warn me you only hire people with at least a Master's?" Elodie said, looking around in surprise

degrees didn't seem to count for much

waved a hand dismissively. "So what? Put all their degrees together and they still wouldn't be half as useful as you. You're VistaLink's

U.N2 project from five years ago

should get you in for an MRI," Alexander grumbled. "I need to make sure you're

stared

Alexander-blunt as

see you," Alexander's assistant knocked at the

"Who is it?"

She says she's here on behalf

Esmeralda, who folded

represent Jarrod? Tell

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