How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 93

Chapter 92

The old woman's appetite had improved a lot; she even finished another half bowl

of soup.

The small pot of soup Elodie had simmered was nearly gone.

Even Jarrod had helped himself to more than a little.

Elodie wasn't surprised-he'd always appreciated her cooking.

After dinner, Jarrod stepped outside to take a call.

Elodie waited a few minutes, then followed him out.

She found him under the porch, smoking. Pulling her coat tighter around herself, she walked over. "Do you have a moment?"

She wanted to talk to him about attending her mother's memorial.

When he saw her coming, Jarrod shifted his cigarette away, then stubbed it out.

"How long have you been out here?" His gaze was sharp, scrutinizing.

Elodie realized what he meant he probably thought she'd overheard his conversation. Was it Sylvie on the line?

"Just now. Right after you hung up," she replied coolly, her chest rising and falling with the chill.

Finally, Jarrod glanced up at her, slipping one hand into his pocket. His tone was casual, almost detached. "I was drunk that night."

Elodie blinked, not following at first.

almost lazily. "I trust you won't make a

she understood—he was referring to that night their relationship had crossed

her spine; for a moment, she was stunned,

warning her not to stir up trouble between him

to worry," Elodie replied, meeting his eyes. Her tone

could both

a moment longer; in the chilly night air, his

beat, he looked

he turned

24th, do you have time?

have things to do tonight," he interrupted,

for her to

felt nothing-no anger,

this too many times over

mother's memorial, Jarrod never showed. He was always too busy with work or suddenly out of town. Even when she'd pleaded for just half an hour,

your heart inevitably grows cold. But

Skipping an ordinary memorial was one thing, but if he missed this formal gathering, the

Unless-

grandmother before the anniversary and

always

heart returned to

the end, she was nothing more than a

advance. Whether he showed up depended entirely on his

was nothing like

Jarrod would remember. No matter

find a way-no

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