How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

While Elodie sat nearby, squirming in her seat, Jarrod noticed immediately.

She kept glancing at him.

He turned to her in his usual unhurried manner and suddenly asked, "How are you settling in at the new company?"

Elodie pressed her lips together. "It's going well. I like my new job."

"So, The Silverstein Group must not have been a great fit for you after all."

Elodie frowned. The truth was, she'd never really belonged in The Silverstein Group's PR department. She'd only taken the job so she wouldn't drift so far from him, hoping it might help them grow closer.

But Jarrod had never cared what she wanted.

He didn't seem interested in her answer now, either. A notification popped up on the iPad beside him.

Almost reflexively, Jarrod flipped the iPad face-down on the table, as if to keep her from seeing.

Elodie understood the gesture instantly and quickly looked away.

Jarrod asked, "I have something urgent to take care of. Can you catch a cab to work?"

Though he phrased it like a question, it was clear he had no intention of driving her.

In fact it was practically a dismissal.

Elodie hesitated only for a moment before replying calmly, "That's fine."

The question she'd wanted to ask never made it past her lips.

night. There must have been a specific reason; otherwise,

climbed out of the

at her collar, sending a chill racing

linger, speeding away in

to let a cold ruin her immune system any further. Bracing herself against

spent two hours in a conference room with Alexander and the engineering team, hashing out the wild idea

practically bouncing with excitement. Her proposal wasn't just

well be on the verge of

resolved to draft a detailed development plan

her phone rang. Esmeralda

my god, I need to bleach my eyes! Why can't that

Esmeralda was fuming.

Elodie asked, "What happened?"

to Grady's company for an event today, and just seeing him was bad enough. I was planning to pick up some pastries and share them with you back at the office, but

into Jarrod and

eating cake together. She was feeding him dessert in public. Do they have

stilled over the contract she was signing, her

"urgent business" that morning had just been an excuse to ditch her for a

Esmeralda's tone softened, a

of it and bent over

who resents you

complicated, unpredictable creatures. She'd learned that lesson

Even

grab

trying to be supportive. She smiled,

and