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.

were practically strangers now what was there to

voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "Between us, I think they're here for a

for Sylvie, the mention of a prenatal appointment made Elodie's hand drift

legs felt heavy

some wounds can't be

doing wandering around when you're

man's easygoing voice sounded

her surprise,

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

tried to wet her parched throat. "What are

and said you fainted. They needed

years, and way back when, Ivan had grabbed her

he'd be there

But now...

said quietly. "My

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

upset, she'd magically come down with some "illness"

hand he held, then calmly pulled her wrist free and put a little distance between