How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Keith caught on quickly. "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Thorne didn't come up today."

In other words, she hadn't brought lunch at all.

Jarrod narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

Keith couldn't help adding, "I checked with PR. They said Ms. Thorne didn't come in to work either-she's officially resigned. Mr. Silverstein, is Ms. Thorne throwing a tantrum with you?"

Elodie used to make her presence felt, showing up every day with lunch. Most of the time, Jarrod ignored it and let Keith deal with the food.

Resigned?

Jarrod hadn't really taken her resignation seriously. He knew exactly how much Elodie needed this respectable, well-paid job.

But now...

She'd come to her senses soon enough.

He barely managed a careless smile, scrolling through his phone until he found Elodie's messages from a week ago her last one, asking if he'd be home for dinner.

She'd stopped reaching out ever since he didn't go with her to the hospital, and after he celebrated Sylvie's birthday instead.

Keith gave a dismissive snort. "Honestly, I think Ms. Thorne's just playing hard to get. She'll come crawling back before long, pretending nothing happened."

get Mr. Silverstein's attention, huh? As if

Elodie's profile picture for a moment, then pocketed his phone without

a table.

and Joseph went

"Yes, sir.

already striding out. "Have them make

Only Ms. Fielding could

had a last-minute business dinner and wanted Elodie to

with the cancer diagnosis, she couldn't drink. She made an excuse, and Alexander didn't press; he just asked her to pick him up

once, Elodie wandered nearby, not in any rush. She'd spent so long devoted to managing Jarrod's every need, she'd hardly lived her own life-she even found

had been so demanding, she'd had no energy left to think of

health uncertain, all she could do was try to enjoy life while she

cold air bit at her. She wrapped her grandmother's knitted scarf around her neck

Alexander's dinner

at the doorway, overhearing laughter and conversation inside. "Mr. Silverstein clearly thinks highly of Ms. Fielding, bringing her here

Jarrod's tall figure, his arm loosely around Sylvie's shoulders, his gaze soft and appreciative as

joked. "I wouldn't be surprised if Ms. Fielding soon

Fielding keeping things

aren't meant for household chores. She has

clutching the