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."

attention, huh? As if he'd

Elodie's profile picture for a moment, then pocketed his phone without replying. He had no intention of checking

table.

glanced back. "Maurice and Joseph went

"Yes,

striding out. "Have them make introductions. Let

spoke volumes. Only Ms. Fielding could make Mr. Silverstein

Alexander had a last-minute business dinner and wanted Elodie to

had been acting up lately, and with the cancer diagnosis, she couldn't drink. She made an excuse, and Alexander didn't press; he just asked

in any rush. She'd spent so long devoted to managing Jarrod's every need, she'd

daily life had been so demanding, she'd had no energy

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

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

about Alexander's

inside. "Mr. Silverstein clearly thinks highly of Ms. Fielding, bringing her here in person. It's our honor to meet such

his arm loosely around Sylvie's shoulders, his gaze

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

Silverstein's a lucky man," another chimed in. "With Ms. Fielding keeping things

meant for household chores. She has her

hand, clutching the doorknob, went