How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie couldn't wrap her head around it, so she blurted out, "You paid for it?"

Jarrod glanced at her with a lazy indifference, a faint, almost mocking smile tugging at his lips.

He probably thought her question was unnecessary.

The answer was obvious.

He'd always been generous with Sylvie.

Realizing she'd said too much, Elodie relaxed, exhaling softly. "Alright, I get it."

As long as he didn't drag her or the Thorne family into trouble, she didn't care how much he spent on Sylvie. That was his business.

"Are we each getting our own gift for Aunt Grace?" she asked.

Jarrod, watching her with a measured gaze, replied, "No need. I've already taken care of everything."

"Okay." Elodie didn't press further.

She turned to leave.

Jarrod seemed to remember something. "I'll send you the photos."

Elodie hesitated, glancing back. "Hm?"

He had already pulled out his phone. The old lady had sent him six pictures. He long-pressed to select them all, tapped to forward, and scrolled down to find Elodie's contact.

was about to hit send, Sylvie's name flashed across the screen with

Elodie, shut the door

of letting Elodie overhear or interrupt their

stood there silently for a moment,

didn't linger. Instead, she simply turned

lady invited her to stay for lunch, she excused herself, claiming she

Meanwhile,

call, grabbed his jacket,

completely forgot about sending Elodie

Saturday.

"Give me your address. I'll pick

apartment. She had no intention of letting him come over. "No need. I'll get

have to go with you," Jarrod said, his tone utterly

silent for a moment. "I'll meet you

just as Jarrod's car pulled up. Today, Keith was

the back

side by side would be uncomfortable, so she reached for the front

Jarrod

"Sit in the back."

unfazed, and quietly got in beside

glanced at Elodie in the rearview

spot a tube

dashboard above the

touched up their makeup

So that was it.