How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 268

Elodie had just finished with the fingerprint scan.

When the clerk asked for confirmation, she lifted her head, her eyes calm and clear. "Yes, I'm doing this of my own free will."

Jarrod glanced sideways at her, taking in the way her expression seemed almost icily detached. She had never looked so resolute, nor so at ease.

There was something urgent about her demeanor too—a subtle, restless energy that he couldn't quite ignore.

His gaze lingered on her face for a moment before he finally looked away, nodding in silence.

The clerk noted the lack of any outburst or flare of emotion between them. No bickering, no raised voices, not even the flush of anger. It was as if two strangers had shown up to untangle a tiresome matter.

Once the fingerprint and ID information were entered into the system, the clerk pressed the steel stamp down onto the paperwork.

felt something tremble inside her chest-not too heavy, not too light, but

montage, each memory leaving its mark as if branded on her heart. The memories churned up a

of the

stage of their relationship had taken something from her her time, her hope, her

in her

didn't look at Jarrod again. She wasn't interested in his reaction or his face- whether he was relieved

from the proceedings. The bag was crammed with receipts and slips, and as she tried to organize them, a few inevitably

picked up a folded slip with his left

a few

full heading, but

frowning slightly. "Did you visit

finish. Her face was cold and sharp, her tone cutting. “Mr. Silverstein, I'd appreciate it if you

that they were no