How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 109

Jarrod found himself genuinely surprised.

He'd promised to send Elodie a few photos of that painting, and with some free time today, he finally sent them over.

He hadn't expected to be greeted by a glaring red exclamation mark.

He didn't even know when Elodie had blocked him.

Was it during the art exhibit? Or sometime after?

Either way, he didn't dwell on it. Given everything that had happened lately, Elodie's silence was almost stranger-blocking him made more sense. Maybe she was just expressing her displeasure.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

He remembered the last time: Elodie had blocked him for about a week, then quietly added him back, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

But this time...

It felt like more of a shame than anything else.

Only now did he realize just how much effort she'd put in.

Not just his personal

it had taken Jarrod this long

rarely reached out anyway. It was always her, checking in, sending message after message, and he'd only bother to reply when he

wouldn't respond. Most of the

chats, there'd be her long, thoughtful messages, punctuated only by the occasional, terse "Yeah," "Okay," or "Got it"

that she'd stopped reaching out, Jarrod was probably enjoying the

Elodie didn't answer his call directly,

even and unreadable when he finally spoke. "Didn't you want photos of that painting? I couldn't send them through

traced her finger around the rim of her mug, picking up on a hint of ambiguity in his

get his attention, so he'd have to call her in person and ask what

divorced. There was no reason for

wonder. She kept her tone

by text, but she had no

seconds

the faintest, almost mocking laugh from Jarrod

was impossible to tell what he was really

voice was as cold as ever, tinged with a subtle, familiar irony. He didn't

There was a pause.