How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 687

Some decisions simply can't be stopped by a few words.

His head throbbed so badly it felt like it might split open, but sleep was out of the question. Every time Jarrod closed his eyes, all he could see was Elodie's cold, indifferent face—her expression chiseling itself deeper and deeper into his mind, relentless as a jackhammer.

He sat in the nursery for two hours, motionless, lost.

When he finally stood up, he left the room and rummaged through a cabinet until he found a half-finished pack of cigarettes and a lighter he'd stashed away. He didn't look at Cara-just muttered, "Can you make a few nourishing dishes? The kind Elodie likes. Give them to Hosea and have him take them to the hospital."

Cara noticed something was wrong. "Is Mrs. Sterling ill? I could deliver the food myself, if you'd like."

"That won't be necessary. The driver can handle it."

Jarrod's voice was hoarse as he bit down on a cigarette and bowed his head to light it. His hand trembled ever so slightly, and it took him two or three tries before the lighter finally sparked. Without another word, he stepped out onto the balcony.

Cara had worked for the Silverstein family for more than a decade, so she'd seen her share of drama. But never had she seen Jarrod look so defeated, so weighed down by grief-his gloom was almost frightening. Still, she knew better than to pry into the affairs of her employers.

Elodie spent two days in the hospital.

Not once did Jarrod show up during that time. Instead, his driver appeared a few times, dropping off meals three times a day. It was as if Jarrod himself had vanished from the face of the earth.

Elodie didn't ask after him. When she was discharged, she returned to her apartment complex without a word.

Esmeralda, but when he showed up in a rush, his eyes were red. He glared at her, torn between wanting to scold and comfort her; in the end, all he could do was grit his teeth

still recovering, and Alexander, worried and angry,

to accept the situation. At last, he blurted out, "You're stopping all work, effective immediately. Focus on

a tragedy, but right now, her health was

expected this

work on Project 719 and then I'll focus on getting better. Things are

understood, but it didn't make things easier. He stared at her, jaw clenched,

why she hadn't

her

swallowed down

unfair

shoulders. "Handle what you can with 719. Graduate school is starting soon and you have no energy to spare. I'll talk to the old man and have your enrollment deferred. I'm

there was no other way for

work at VistaLink Technologies. He insisted she take at least two weeks off to rest and recover. Even after such a loss,

But as long as there was work to do for Project 719, she intended

didn't mention any of this to her grandmother or uncles. Their phone calls were brief, and she kept her tone light, never letting on that something was

and look after her. As for

never saw Jarrod again. He'd vanished as completely as if he'd