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."

Silverstein's attention,

picture for a moment, then pocketed his phone without

a table. I'm having dinner

then glanced back. "Maurice and Joseph

"Yes, sir.

them make introductions. Let Sylvie meet the

Ms. Fielding could

Alexander had a last-minute business

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

so long devoted to managing Jarrod's every need,

food, clothes, and daily life had been so demanding, she'd had no energy left to think

could do was

bit at her. She wrapped her grandmother's knitted

about Alexander's dinner and went

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

through the gap. She saw Jarrod's tall figure, his arm loosely around Sylvie's shoulders, his gaze soft and appreciative as he looked

are 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 in

voice was unhurried, almost gentle. "Sylvie's hands aren't meant for household chores. She has her own

hand, clutching the