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

had arrived by cab, so once again her

driver was behind

had sent

of making conversation with

way they interacted now was hardly different from how they'd always been. The only real change: she no longer wasted

uninterested in small talk. But by chance, his eyes flicked

this kind of academic material?"

she flipped her phone face-down. "How much did

settled in her

not to peer at someone else's phone or computer. It was rude and

allowed to touch his phone or computer. Since

Apparently not.

Jarrod narrowed his eyes and answered honestly, "Nothing. I

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

putting her phone away, no longer

elbow on the armrest, and fixed her

understand

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