How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 173

Chapter 173

Jarrod didn't argue.

But Elodie had changed, in some subtle way, and he noticed.

Now, from across the room, he stared at her—watching every flicker of emotion

on her face, searching for what was real.

The silence between them was broken by the shrill ring of his phone.

It was a call from the office.

He reached for it, meaning to answer right away, but hesitated, glancing at Elodie. "Do you mind if I take this?"

It was as if he needed her permission.

Elodie couldn't care less about his tone. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as a sharp pain twisted through her abdomen-fierce and sudden. She nearly lost control. In the dim light, her lips went even paler, and her breath trembled as she managed a faint nod.

Jarrod turned aside to take the call.

A man's voice came through: "Mr. Silverstein, Ms. Fielding's been adjusting the data all day, but she can't get the tests right. She refuses to leave, hasn't eaten a thing. Honestly, it looks like she won't go home until it's finished..."

Jarrod frowned, just slightly.

reach her bag for her medication by the door. Summoning the last

deep in conversation, his voice

her teeth, she reached

His movements were abrupt and

her condition at all. He was already striding toward the door. "Something

door opened and

left behind, swayed a little from the force of being pushed aside.

gone, already out

hadn't even looked

into herself on the sofa, trying to make her body as small as possible-anything to dull the pain that tore through

it eased enough

herself to the entryway, opened her bag, and, with trembling hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and her prescription pills into her mouth, swallowing them

felt nothing-no anger, no resentment. She just

not sparing a thought

quickly.

with cold water, steadied herself,

one last message to

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