How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 108

As for Mrs. Silverstein's status-

Jarrod had never acknowledged anything, so Elodie certainly wasn't.

Esmeralda felt the day had been a total bust. She suggested they go out for drinks and karaoke-something Elodie used to do all the time as part of her old PR gig. But now, with her health issues, Elodie did her best to avoid alcohol.

Besides, whatever was going on with Jarrod didn't really affect her as much anymore. Things hadn't reached the point where she needed to drown her sorrows in whiskey.

So Esmeralda made plans with other friends, and Elodie drove herself home.

On the way, Alexander called. He asked, in his usual no-nonsense way, how things were going at the gallery. Elodie answered with a vague, noncommittal reply.

"Come over for dinner tomorrow," Alexander said. "Dad's got the day off, and you know how he is-strike while the iron's hot and keep the old man in good spirits."

Elodie considered it. There were still a few challenges with her new project, and she could use Professor Charlie's advice. She agreed.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow," Alexander said.

Elodie replied, "Alright. See you then."

special trip across town to queue up at an old, family-run bakery. She wanted to pick up some of Professor Charlie's

handed her a warm paper bag, the scent of roasted chestnuts wafting up. "Your favorite. Have a

lit up. "Thanks,

ruffled her hair, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin. "No need to thank me. Just keep looking at

of laugh

them drive off, his expression

pick up some cakes for Freya, but hadn't expected to catch a glimpse of Elodie with Alexander-on what was clearly a

years, but he'd never seen her smile at anyone like that. It was gentle, soft, and warm,

Elodie really letting go

how devoted she'd been to Jarrod

Jarrod a message: [What's

on getting a divorce, Joseph couldn't imagine why

not have been busy, because he replied quickly:

that Joseph realized what he'd done. Why was he even asking

response, nothing had changed-same old indifference. Joseph rubbed his

He didn't elaborate.

seem interested. He didn't ask for details. He didn't

had only grown colder and more distant toward Elodie. That was why, eventually, both Maurice and Joseph had started to lose respect for

now, Joseph found himself wondering. Jarrod hadn't always seemed so fed up with Elodie. How had things gotten to this point? Was it some innate flaw in men,