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.

ago. Not just his personal number, but his work one

taken Jarrod this long to notice didn't

was always her, checking in, sending message after message, and he'd only

just wouldn't respond. Most of the time, she was just talking

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

she'd stopped reaching out, Jarrod was probably

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

he finally spoke. "Didn't you want photos of

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

he implying she'd blocked him just to get his attention, so he'd have to call her in person and ask what was

for Jarrod to read so much into

to wonder. She

was more of a hassle than sending them by text, but

few seconds of

faintest, almost mocking laugh from Jarrod a

to tell what he

ever, tinged with a subtle, familiar irony. He didn't ask

There was a pause.

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