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

here nor there, always chasing after a man who didn't love her-how

in the

reached out to tug Jarrod's sleeve to

elbow bumped Sylvie's

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

"Did I hurt

concern written on

just bumped my wrist yesterday while checking some parts

want you

lips, then looked at the driver. "Take us

he had no energy left

his reaction and couldn't help

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

car engine and turned to see Jarrod's

exhaust had washed right over her,

looked

She simply sat down, letting herself rest for

bones, making her shiver. She waited

the corner, and the company was about to close for the

spend New Year's

mother gone,

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