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.

performances were becoming more

there, always chasing after a man

in the rearview, thoughtful for a

to tug

her elbow bumped Sylvie's

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

"Did I hurt

immediately turned back, concern written

wrist yesterday while checking some parts at the

want you to worry."

lips, then looked at

had

saw his reaction and couldn't help

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

heard the roar of a car engine and turned to see Jarrod's car

the exhaust had washed right over her, lingering

hadn't looked back,

them. She simply sat down,

shiver. She waited for

just around the corner, and the company was about to

need to spend New Year's with the Silverstein family. She could

family was small, her mother gone, the house always a

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