How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 139

She was the only exception.

Lately, her appetite had been poor; even the slightest strong flavor was enough to make her nauseous.

But when she saw the concern in the old woman's eyes, Elodie forced herself to stifle the urge to retch, her face pale but determined.

"Jarrod, get Elodie something sweet to take away that bitter taste," the old lady instructed immediately.

Jarrod finally looked over. This time, he didn't object. Instead of reaching for the candy, he turned to Cara. "There's a jar of Mrs. Silverstein's dried cranberries in the small fridge in the kitchen. Bring it here, please."

Cara returned quickly and set the jar on the table.

Elodie's gaze landed on the dried fruit.

She'd always preferred sweet-and-tart flavors. She rarely snacked, but every now and then she'd buy a bag of dried fruit and stash it in the kitchen's mini-fridge.

She hadn't expected Jarrod to know that.

Not that it mattered anymore.

After a moment's hesitation, she moved over and sat down.

the now-peaceful atmosphere, finally let out a satisfied smile. At least they weren't at each other's

arrived by cab, so once again her ride home had

the driver was behind

took out the research notes Professor Charlie had sent her a few days earlier. She

intention of making conversation

how they'd always been. The only real change: she no longer wasted warmth on his coldness.

his eyes flicked over

kind of academic material?" he asked

brows drew together. Instinctively, she flipped her phone face-down. "How much did

settled

her view, it was common courtesy not to peer at someone else's phone or computer. It

allowed to touch his phone or computer. Since then, she'd kept her distance, figured he'd

Apparently not.

displeasure- Jarrod narrowed his eyes

for a second. That was probably true; her notes were written in tiny script and would be hard to read from a

her phone away, no longer in the mood to

Jarrod propped his head in one hand, elbow on the

understand what he

calm, collected face. Even when she was upset, she held it in-