How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 89

Elodie had just arrived at the airport. After checking her luggage, she finally replied, "Around four thirty."

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Got it. Wait for me when you land. I'll drive you back into the city."

She could only assume it was her grandmother who'd nudged him into making this call.

Still, after what happened last night, she hesitated.

Jarrod seemed to pick up on it. His tone was almost amused, "Grandma asked me to bring you home."

He was using her grandmother as a shield. Elodie frowned, her brow tightening. "...When are you planning to tell her?"

"Jarrod, they're starting to board." Sylvie's voice suddenly broke in from his side of the call.

Then-beep, beep, beep.

He'd hung up.

She wasn't even sure he'd heard what she said.

And as for what happened last night, it was as if it hadn't even registered with him.

If she'd heard right just now... the boarding announcement on his end sounded exactly like hers.

Were they on the same flight?

Elodie almost laughed.

supposed to give her a ride home when he

to waste any more

about two hours. After landing, Elodie

giving her a lift back to the

a seat and tried

No answer.

figured he'd get back to her once he'd sorted out

she pulled out her laptop and got to work, determined

waiting area. Eventually, her

minutes

word

to keep waiting.

she arrived at the taxi stand, her phone buzzed. Esmeralda's name flashed on the

for

glancing up at the gray, wintry

crept through

away, pulling her collar tighter before

Well. That explained everything.

even bothered to let her know, or answer her call. She'd been left behind and

the point of offering her a ride if he was never

moment and asked gently,

at the hospital with Sylvie, it could only mean one thing-Sylvie must have had some sort of crisis, one

could hardly talk, but seeing those two? I was

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