How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Marrying Jarrod wasn't a choice Elodie made freely; each step along the way had left her with no other options.

She couldn't argue with Alexander's words.

Alexander stood up. "I'll go grab you some water. Wait here."

Elodie glanced at the IV drip, nearly finished now, and considered calling a nurse to remove the needle. But the ER was in chaos-nurses bustling everywhere, no one to spare a moment. She climbed out of bed and took a few steps, but seeing no one available, she leaned against the wall to rest.

Nearby, two women were chatting idly.

"Guess who I just saw? Mr. Silverstein from The Silverstein Group! He rushed into the hospital just now!"

Elodie thought she'd misheard.

Jarrod? Here, at the hospital?

Could he actually be here for her?

The idea seemed far-fetched. He never spent more effort on her than absolutely necessary.

The women's voices floated over again. "Mr. Silverstein brought a stunning woman with him. You should've seen how anxious he was about her."

Of course.

disappointment. They were practically

leaning in conspiratorially. "Between us, I

appointment made Elodie's hand

legs felt heavy as

reminded her that some wounds can't be forgotten just because you tell yourself to

are you doing wandering around

voice

turned and, to her surprise, found Ivan

in his pocket, watching her with a wry smile. Who knows how much

her parched throat.

me and said you fainted. They needed your

number for years, and way back

matter what, he'd be there for her

But now...

quietly. "My friend

"You fainted from a cold and a fever? Elodie, you're still the same as when you were

always had admirers swarming around him. Whenever Elodie got jealous or upset, she'd magically come down

wrist free and put a little distance between them. "You really didn't