How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 110

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.

Jarrod ages ago. Not just his personal number, but his work

it had taken Jarrod this long to

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

just wouldn't respond.

messages, punctuated only by the occasional, terse

she'd stopped reaching out, Jarrod was probably

you need something?" Elodie didn't answer his call directly, just asked in a

for a moment, his voice even and unreadable when he finally spoke. "Didn't you want photos of that painting? I

around the rim of her mug, picking up on a hint of ambiguity

he'd have to call her in

were getting divorced. There was no reason for Jarrod to read so

care enough to wonder. She kept her tone level. "Thanks. Just

hassle than sending them by text, but she had

seconds of

she heard the faintest, almost mocking laugh from Jarrod a hollow sound

to tell what

you want." His voice was as cold as ever, tinged with a subtle, familiar irony.

There was a pause.

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