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.

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

deep in conversation, his voice tense, and

didn't dare gamble with her body. Gritting her teeth, she reached out and grabbed at

call, spinning around to snatch his coat from the couch. His movements were abrupt and rushed. As he grabbed

the

door opened

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

gone, already out of

hadn't even

herself on the sofa, trying to make

passed before it eased enough for

opened her bag, and, with trembling hands, shoved a handful of painkillers and her prescription

it all, Elodie felt nothing-no anger, no resentment. She just accepted

sofa, not sparing a thought for

quickly. The

her face with cold water, steadied herself,

typed out one last

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