How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

He couldn't help but feel a little regret about the whole thing-his own son didn't even have half a chance now.

"Elodie, Charlie and I have already submitted the recommendation letters ahead of time, and all the necessary procedures still need to be followed. There's also another round of background checks."

Elodie understood perfectly well that any department handling this would be extremely strict.

Background checks were an essential step.

She nodded. "Understood. I'll get my part submitted as soon as possible."

As the conversation turned to the background check, Jarrod tapped thoughtfully on the table. Of course he knew this was part of the process. If things went quickly, they'd have the results by next month.

The other leaders at the table were here today mostly for Elodie and Jarrod; over tea, the conversation kept circling back to what would happen next.

Once most of the food had been served and Klein had had a couple glasses of wine, he glanced at Jarrod. "Mr. Silverstein," he began, "with such an outstanding wife, you'd better cherish her. No wandering eyes."

Klein, in truth, had always liked Elodie better. He'd seen that woman named

Sylvie tagging along with Jarrod at industry events, and there'd been rumors. With such a good woman as Elodie, he truly hoped she wouldn't end up hurt.

His words landed abruptly.

hovering over

should have explained sooner. Ms. Fielding and I have only a

exactly what

address the topic so directly, without a hint of avoidance. For the first time, he gave

caught her completely off

seemed to have an epiphany. "Oh... I see. My memory isn't what it

politely. "You were just looking out

meeting her gaze with a frankness that

hesitated for only a moment before understanding-he was just saying what needed to be said. With their

sounds like you've got the best of both worlds-first the

just returned from abroad. This time,

picked at a piece of tender pork rib, not noticing when a bit of

and handed it to Elodie, then smiled faintly. "It was my

hadn't expected Jarrod to be even quicker than she was-she'd barely noticed the mess on her hand when

“You're right, Mr. Silverstein.

catching Jarrod's words, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. Under the table,

glanced at her

smooth with his words. Men like that