How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 44

By the time Elodie reached the house, it was nearly nine. Rush hour traffic had eaten up most of her evening.

Cara, the housekeeper, looked surprised to see her. "Mrs. Sinclair, you're back! Have you eaten? Shall I make you something?"

Elodie offered a polite smile. "No need. I'm not staying long-I'll be leaving soon."

Cara's face clouded with concern. "You just got home and you're leaving again? Did you... have a fight with Mr. Sinclair?"

Elodie knelt to open the shoe cabinet, searching for a pair of disposable slippers. "No," she replied simply.

And it was true.

The reality was, Jarrod had a habit of treating her as if she were invisible.

His indifference hurt more than any argument ever could.

Except for the few predictable days each month, they barely spoke at all. Fights? They never happened.

Now, they were simply getting divorced.

Cara had been the housekeeper since their wedding, and she thought she knew Elodie well-thought she was just being stubborn and prideful.

Cara couldn't help but try to coax her. "Mrs. Sinclair, there's no hurdle you can't get over. Couples argue and make up—that's marriage. Didn't you always say so yourself?"

"You love Mr. Sinclair so much, and you're lost without him. If this blows up..."

Would you really be able to back down gracefully?

In the end, you'd just swallow your pride and come crawling back. That's how it always looked.

Elodie paused, momentarily dazed.

how

to accept everything without complaint, to bend over backwards for Jarrod, no

imagined she might be

in silence, then changed

Cara hesitated. "Not much..."

should get some rest," Elodie said, as if

course Jarrod

now a warm, welcoming escape. Why

sanctuary, strictly off-limits. The other, open and

kept up with

inch of the place-she'd decorated it herself, after all-so she quickly found the

up all the books she wanted to

little bit

her diagnosis, her body had grown weaker than she'd

to help her carry the box downstairs—and only then did she notice the

had already blanketed

at her phone.

her car as Cara went off to bed. But

She tried again. Nothing.

use the

the

would take half an hour, and cabs never came in here. With

weighing down her

was late, and she was too

decided to stay

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