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

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

more in the rearview, thoughtful for

out to tug Jarrod's sleeve to distract

her elbow bumped Sylvie's

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

panicked. "Did I hurt

immediately turned back, concern written on

gently. "It's nothing. I just bumped my wrist yesterday while checking some parts at the workshop. It's much better now." "Why didn't you

late. I didn't want you to worry." Sylvie shook

at

for Elodie, he had

and couldn't help but let out

time Elodie had caught her breath, still leaning against the

roar of a car engine and turned to

had washed right over her, lingering in the

hadn't looked

didn't care what was happening with them. She simply

bones, making her shiver. She waited

around the corner, and the company was about to close

there was no need to spend New Year's with

mother gone, the house always a

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