How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

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."

in his tone, but his actions spoke

him suspiciously. "I'm staying all night,

"I know."

glanced at his watch, calm as ever. "Do you want me

his lips as he spoke,

with Sylvie tonight? Did he feel sorry for her, seeing how grief-stricken she was? Was he trying

didn't understand his motives, so she simply turned away

o'clock, Elodie stretched her stiff arms and legs. When she turned, she saw Jarrod still there,

The divorce meant he owed

very least, she could

up and poured him a glass of water, setting it

said quietly, "but since you're here, I'd like you to come with me later to talk to Grandma about...

gaze flicked to the water glass, but before

the screen out of

Sylvie.

eyes, made no attempt to

made his expression tighten. He stood up at once. "I'm on my

the call and looked at Elodie.