How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 262

Joseph was a little surprised, too.

After all, Elodie had already asked him last night which hospital Jarrod was in.

He'd instinctively assumed she was worried, maybe wanted to visit-perhaps out of lingering affection or gratitude, she'd come to see him or help out.

But she hadn't shown up at all.

Now it was Maurice's turn to be surprised.

"Don't you think she's been acting really strange lately?"

Something seemed to click for him, and he slapped his hand on the table. "Wait,

is it possible Elodie's got something going on with Alexander?"

Could she have decided that if Jarrod wasn't attainable, she'd settle for Alexander, who was always around? After all, the divorce was official now.

Anything was possible.

had even worn

frown creased Joseph's

relationship to another so quickly. She wouldn't just throw herself into something new

a great tabloid reporter, you know that?" Jarrod's tone was even, almost cold.

and her not caring at all, it's a bit much.

bother to respond. He lowered his gaze and returned to

Elodie woke up early.

to take a stroll in the

mood that she made herself breakfast—a rare luxury these days, since work had kept her

pot of porridge, tossed together a light salad,

a bit of

when her phone lit up

numbers. Sometimes they'd call her to pick up Jarrod after

was one she'd deleted the day she handed over the

he was calling

it was

screen, her expression unreadable, then pressed decline. She finished her breakfast

hadn't gone right away was simple: They didn't need her hovering or fussing over