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.

lady, picking up on the now-peaceful atmosphere, finally let out a satisfied smile. At least they weren't at each other's throats-feelings could be nurtured over

had arrived by cab, so once again her ride home

however, the driver was behind the

out the research notes Professor Charlie had sent her a few days earlier. She read through them, annotating

of making conversation

only

in small talk. But by chance, his eyes flicked over to Elodie's screen, catching a glimpse

kind of academic material?"

flipped her phone

frosted look settled

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

she wasn't allowed to touch his phone or computer. Since then, she'd kept her distance,

Apparently not.

chilly expression-restrained even in her displeasure- Jarrod narrowed his eyes and answered

was probably true; her notes were written in tiny script and

putting her phone away, no longer

elbow on the

Elodie didn't understand

studied her calm, collected face. Even when she was upset, she held it in- never snapping, never raising her