How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 220

The old woman's face lit up with delight when she saw Elodie return. She hurried over and took Elodie's hand. "Why are you back so late, dear? Just finished

work?"

She'd called earlier in the day and thought Elodie wouldn't be able to visit again for quite some time.

Elodie replied gently, her tone always softer with her grandmother. "Yes, I just left the office. Did Jarrod drop off some gardenias today? I want to take them to work with me."

Her grandmother paused, a little surprised. "Oh, yes, that's right. He said they're your favorite, and since your old apartment is being renovated, there's no way they'd survive there now."

"That's why I'll bring them to the office for a while-easier to take care of them that way," Elodie explained smoothly.

Her grandmother nodded, then tugged her toward the sunroom by the front door. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's have a look."

Inside, Elodie found several gardenia plants, recently transplanted. She hadn't had time to care for them these past two months, but they looked healthy and green, tiny buds already peeking through. She felt an unexpected wave of relief.

Her grandmother checked the time and, her mind turning over, said, "Sweetheart, why don't you call Jarrod and ask him to come home too?"

hesitated, her eyes

of them, once husband and wife, didn't even have each other's phone numbers anymore. Strangers would

Elodie replied with a

took in Elodie's answer and said nothing more. While Elodie inspected the flowers, she slipped out of the sunroom and called Jarrod herself. She didn't mention Elodie-just said she had a headache and asked him to come

she looked concerned. "Have you eaten

but she looked almost fragile these

really. I'm not hungry. I'll just get the flowers back to the office

all that trouble now? Just stay the

the sound of a car horn drifted in from

women glanced

spotted Elodie's car parked nearby. He didn't even blink, just

satisfaction. Clearly, she'd tricked him

your old bedroom. Do you

immediately sent someone to

rare, highly technical volumes on aviation,

turned back to Elodie. “You should stay tonight, sweetheart. I'll have

Grandma. I just stopped by to get the flowers. I still have work