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.

a satisfied smile. At least they weren't at

cab, so once again her ride

driver was

seat, Elodie took out the research notes Professor Charlie had sent her

making conversation

was hardly different from how they'd always been. The only real

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

read this kind of

her phone face-down.

cool, frosted look settled in

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

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

Apparently not.

eyes and answered honestly, "Nothing. I just saw some

her notes were written in tiny script and would

phone away, no longer in the mood to

Jarrod propped his head in one hand, elbow on

didn't understand what he

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