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.

he supposed to give her a ride home when he

to waste

from Fairview Crossing to Eldermere took about two hours. After landing,

about giving her a lift back to the city. Clearly, her grandmother must

found a seat and tried

No answer.

to her once he'd sorted out whatever he

didn't dwell on it. Instead, she pulled out her laptop and

slipped by in the cramped waiting area. Eventually, her neck stiff and

forty minutes had

word from

to keep waiting.

taxi stand, her phone buzzed. Esmeralda's

for a saline IV-tonsillitis, can you believe it?—and who do

up at the gray, wintry

chill crept through

her collar tighter before climbing

Well. That explained everything.

He hadn't even bothered to let

her a ride if he was never going to follow

and asked gently, "How are

must have had some sort

could hardly talk, but seeing those two? I was

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