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.

even ask why Jarrod had come back to their apartment last night. There must

climbed out of the

night's snow, the wind seemed to claw at her collar,

didn't linger, speeding away in the pale morning

to work, Elodie simply pulled her coat tighter, determined not to let a cold ruin her immune system any further. Bracing herself against the wind, she flagged down a

hours in a conference room with Alexander and the engineering team, hashing out the

was practically bouncing with excitement. Her

on the verge

draft a detailed development plan as soon as

her office, her phone rang. Esmeralda

need to bleach my eyes! Why can't that woman

Esmeralda was fuming.

Elodie asked, "What happened?"

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

into Jarrod

on a date-shopping, eating cake together. She was feeding him dessert in

stilled over the contract she was signing, her expression shifting into something

just been an excuse to ditch her for

Esmeralda's tone softened, a hint of worry creeping

and bent over her project plans again.

someone who resents you

complicated, unpredictable creatures. She'd learned that

Jarrod? Even more

asked, "Want to grab a drink

to be supportive.

you come back and