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.

assumed they were simply busy, and her concern was tinged

frustration. She had no idea how Jarrod planned

year. There's a big project at work—I can't get away," she

already decided I'll have Cara make you some nourishing soups and tonic. You always say you're fine, but you look tired to me. A

concern was genuine, and she

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

Let's just eat. If he's driving, it's not safe

that than risk Sylvie picking up on the

let it

was almost certain Jarrod wouldn't show up tonight, but just as the meal was served, he

at him, then quickly looked away, already thinking about when her grandmother

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

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