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.

this was how everyone saw

the pain, to accept everything without

one ever imagined she might be the

silence, then changed the subject. "Has he been home

Cara hesitated. "Not much..."

Elodie said, as if she'd expected

Jarrod wasn't

a warm, welcoming escape. Why

The house had two: one was Jarrod's private sanctuary, strictly off-limits. The other, open and airy,

she'd kept up with the world, never letting

all-so she quickly found the book she

up all the books she

that little bit of exertion left her

body had

the box downstairs—and

had already blanketed the

glanced at

her car as Cara went off to

She tried again. Nothing.

the

checked the time.

take half an hour, and

frowned, fatigue weighing down

and she was too exhausted to

to

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