How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 449

Elodie couldn't quite understand why they needed to go through the motions when Jarrod's grandmother wasn't even there to witness it.

Besides, wasn't the most urgent thing for Jarrod right now to find Sylvie and deal with the day's "scandal"? Sylvie was probably reeling from such a public humiliation—no doubt it was the first time she'd suffered a blow like this. She would need Jarrod to comfort her.

"Your address," Jarrod said, glancing over at Elodie. "It's late, and driving at night isn't safe."

He didn't seem inclined to compromise.

Elodie didn't bother arguing. She leaned forward and entered her apartment address into his GPS.

The drive was silent.

Just before they reached her building, Jarrod's phone buzzed on the console, the sudden noise jarring in the otherwise quiet car. Elodie instinctively glanced down. The screen lit up with an incoming call—"BB".

She looked away, but Jarrod made no move to hide the call. He answered it directly.

Sylvie's voice came through, tired but steady. "Jarrod? Are you done over there?"

"Yeah," Jarrod replied.

She was clearly affected by everything that had happened, but she tried to pull herself together. "Did I cause you trouble? You had to admit to things with Elodie this whole mess must be affecting you too, right?"

way Sylvie put it-and she wasn't

cool, emotionless.

explain things to everyone else going forward. What do you think I should do?" Sylvie's tone grew

with right now.

plate as she did. After all, he'd gone out

wait

The call ended.

like an unwelcome third wheel. After all, Sylvie had been planning to propose to Jarrod tonight, only for everything to fall apart in front

Elodie suspected Jarrod would've accepted Sylvie's

the window, unmoved by the phone call. Jarrod, for his part, didn't bother to

apartment complex-a high-end building in a

Jarrod got out as well, standing

none of this was my idea. I

our past, and I

the truth,

the point she needed to make clear. If Sylvie hadn't tried to propose

dim light, his tone unchanged. "You're right. It's not

a bit more at