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

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

the

out to tug Jarrod's sleeve

her elbow bumped Sylvie's

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

"Did

back, concern written on his face. "What's

nothing. I just bumped my wrist yesterday while checking some parts at the

didn't want you to worry."

at the driver. "Take us

he had no

and couldn't help but let out

had caught her breath, still leaning against

of a car engine and turned to see Jarrod's car

washed right over her, lingering in the

hadn't looked

happening with them. She simply sat down, letting

making her shiver. She waited for her

around the corner, and the company was about

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

mother gone, the house

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