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.

now-peaceful atmosphere, finally let out a satisfied smile.

had arrived by cab, so once again her ride home

however, the driver was

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

no intention of making conversation with Jarrod beside

different from how they'd always been. The only real change: she

for his part, seemed uninterested in small talk. But by chance, his eyes flicked over to Elodie's screen, catching a glimpse of the

this kind of academic

her

look settled in her

not to peer at someone else's phone

or computer. Since then, she'd kept

Apparently not.

narrowed his eyes and answered honestly, "Nothing. I just saw some technical terms about

were written in tiny script and would be hard to read

no longer in the mood

in one hand, elbow on the armrest, and

understand what he

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