How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

The first round of inspections was finally over. Elodie carefully secured all the confidential files before heading back, her mind swirling with thoughts.

Was this some form of mutual confession, in its own twisted way?

She couldn't shake a strange sense of absurdity. It was almost laughable-she'd never imagined that Jarrod had been holding onto those two things for years, never once confronting her openly. They'd just let the misunderstandings fester, wasting years of their lives in silence.

Her computer was a mess of memories. She'd been obsessed with astronomy and photography since her teens, saving up for equipment and occasionally capturing moments from daily life-everything stored on her hard drive, so much so that even she could barely remember what was in there anymore.

But those innocent files had led to Jarrod's suspicions. They had become a blade wedged between them, cutting deeper with every year.

Elodie closed her eyes and drew a slow, steady breath.

Wasn't it obvious? The only reason they'd stayed stuck in this confusion was because fate had never really been on their side. They'd spent years lost in a haze of misunderstandings, never managing to bridge the gap.

Maybe Jarrod's pride had kept him from asking her outright, and maybe she'd been too stubborn to reach out herself. Every step since had just added to the pain on both sides.

What was done was done. Elodie had no intention of trapping herself in the past.

She glanced at the time, made up her mind to call the hospital and book the surgery. She needed to deal with the pregnancy first.

But she'd have to see Elias for an assessment before anything else.

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