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

once more in the

tug

elbow bumped Sylvie's

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

"Did I

turned back, concern written

just bumped my wrist yesterday while checking some parts at the workshop. It's much better

want you to worry."

lips, then looked at the driver. "Take us

for Elodie, he had no

and couldn't help but let

time Elodie had caught her breath, still leaning against the ad

a car engine

exhaust had washed right over

hadn't looked

care what was happening with them. She simply sat down, letting herself

cold crept into her bones, making her shiver. She waited for her

around the corner, and the

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

was small, her mother gone, the house always a little too

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