How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 136

When Elodie returned to the house, she found her grandmother chatting with Cara, who was simmering broth in the kitchen.

The gentle bubbling of the pot filled the air with a savory aroma.

Her grandmother spotted Elodie at the door and greeted her warmly. "You're here by yourself? Where's Jarrod? Parking the car?"

Elodie kept her composure. "He had something to take care of. I came ahead."

Her grandmother's face fell instantly. "What could possibly be so important? Work's over-what's keeping him now?"

Elodie just smiled, offering no explanation.

"Has work been that busy lately?" Her grandmother motioned for Cara to pour a glass of peach juice. "Cara was just saying you and Jarrod barely come around anymore. What's going on?"

Elodie hesitated, at a loss for words.

was clear Gran still didn't know the truth; she assumed they were

idea how Jarrod

the end of the year. There's a big

nourishing soups and tonic. You always say you're fine, but you look tired to me. A woman's health is everything. Drink a little of the herbal

her grandmother's concern was genuine, and she couldn't

soon grumbled again. "Jarrod, too-what is he doing, not even home by dinner? Elodie, call him and tell him to hurry up. It's not

soothed her, "It's alright, Gran. Let's just eat. If he's driving, it's not safe

gentle excuse-better that than risk

let

up tonight, but just as the

thinking about when her

Jarrod arrive just in time for dinner, Gran's expression finally softened

her grandmother suddenly brightened with an idea. "This year, why don't