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

her voice, leaning in conspiratorially. "Between us, I think they're

prenatal appointment made Elodie's hand drift unconsciously to

legs felt

wounds can't be forgotten just because you

doing wandering around

easygoing voice sounded behind

to her surprise, found Ivan standing

his pocket, watching her with a wry smile. Who

to wet her parched

me and said you fainted. They needed your ID and insurance

suddenly remembered-she'd had the same phone number for years, and way back when, Ivan had grabbed her phone and

no matter what, he'd be there for

But now...

said quietly.

to the spot. "You fainted from a cold and a fever? Elodie, you're

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

pulled her wrist free and put a little distance between