How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 142

Chapter 141

She didn't want Elodie and Jarrod to have much contact.

Nor did she like the idea of Elodie's scent or traces lingering on Jarrod-his clothes, his things, his private space.

Jarrod didn't protest.

He glanced up.

Through the rearview mirror, he caught sight of a slender figure who'd just reached the bus stop.

She swayed slightly, as if fighting a faintness—maybe low blood sugar or something else forced to steady herself on the metal side of an ad board.

She looked unwell.

His eyes stayed cold and indifferent, but still, he spoke. "Pull over."

Sylvie and Octavia looked up.

Octavia was first to spot Elodie's predicament. She guessed what Jarrod was thinking and muttered irritably, "Jarrod, are you really falling for her act? She's just upset from before and putting on a show!"

"Just ignore her. If you pay her any mind, she'll take advantage." Octavia pleaded, eager to be gone.

Sylvie glanced back too, lips quirking in silent amusement.

were becoming

nor there, always chasing after a man who didn't love

more in the

reached out to tug Jarrod's sleeve to distract

her elbow bumped

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

"Did

turned back, concern written on his

wrist yesterday

was late. I didn't want you to

his lips, then looked at the driver. "Take us to the

he had no energy left

couldn't help but let

breath, still leaning against the ad board,

roar of a car engine and

as if the exhaust had washed right over

hadn't looked

didn't care what was happening with them. She

her bones, making her shiver. She waited for

corner, and the company was about to close for

now, and there was no need to spend New Year's with the Silverstein family. She could go home to

was small, her mother gone, the house always a

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