How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 123

Chapter 122

Ivan narrowed his eyes. "Well then, I'll leave Elodie in your care, Mr. Silverstein."

Elodie frowned, uneasy. There was something strange about the way he said that.

Jarrod, on the other hand, showed no particular reaction. "Of course. It's only right."

He looked every bit the picture of composed dignity-so much so, it was impossible to tell whether he meant any of it.

Ivan hesitated, glanced at Elodie once more, then turned and left-off to meet his girlfriend.

Elodie found herself caring about this third anniversary more than she expected. It was, after all, a true farewell. She didn't need to stay up all night, but her thoughts had been restless lately, and she actually felt steadier with her mother close by. Tonight, she planned to keep vigil at the memorial.

By the time she'd finished seeing Esmeralda off, dusk had settled.

What surprised her most was that Jarrod hadn't left.

She sat quietly in front of the memorial altar, Jarrod at her side. When she looked

over, he met her gaze, his voice cool and even: "I'll stay with you."

warmth in his tone, but his actions spoke for

"I'm staying

"I know."

calm as ever. "Do you want me

tugged at his lips as he spoke, giving their exchange

he feel sorry for her, seeing how grief-stricken

didn't understand

arms and legs. When she turned, she saw Jarrod still there, hunched over his iPad, brow furrowed,

divorce meant he owed her nothing, and she wasn't unreasonable. Truthfully, Jarrod felt more like

the very least, she could

stood up and poured him a glass of water, setting it on the table

here, I'd like you to come with me later to talk to Grandma about... us." That was

flicked to the water glass, but

the screen out

Sylvie.

attempt to hide the

made his expression tighten. He stood up at

the call and looked at Elodie. "Something's come up. I

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