How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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.

slowly, almost lazily. "I trust you won't make

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

spine; for a moment, she

up trouble between him

was a mistake for both of us, Mr. Silverstein. You don't need to worry," Elodie

both rest

held her gaze for a moment longer; in the chilly night

a beat, he looked

word, he turned

the 24th, do you have time? I was hoping you could come

schedule. Get some rest. I have things to do tonight,"

wait for

felt nothing-no

been through this too many times over the past three

always too busy with work or suddenly out of

are ignored enough times, your heart inevitably grows

family were taking this third anniversary seriously. Skipping an ordinary memorial was one thing, but if he missed this

Unless-

before the anniversary

busy, always elsewhere. She doubted

to its

nothing more than a business

appointment in advance. Whether he showed

nothing like

something, Jarrod would remember. No matter

find a way-no