Jarrod's eyelashes trembled.

It was like a blade spinning in his mind, slicing through his confusion, jolting him awake.

He saw it now-it had been his own rushed, stubborn misinterpretation that made Elodie fall silent back then, not any resentment over his blame. The truth was, he never deserved her honesty.

"Elias told me," he said, lips barely moving. The words tasted bitter, self-mocking, the ache in his chest impossible to ignore.

Elodie didn't look surprised. "Good. Then you probably understand by now."

She knew there were some things she didn't need to say-Jarrod would handle them himself. After all, the child wasn't just hers.

Still, she hadn't expected that when all was said and done, it would feel this easy

to let go.

As for her illness...

"Come overseas with me for treatment. Please?" Jarrod's focus narrowed to just her illness now.

learned all the details, every grim prognosis and

a healthy, safe future. He hadn't earned her forgiveness yet, hadn't given her the life she deserved. There was still so much time ahead;

she could see the anguish and regret in his eyes, so raw it made her

We've already discussed my treatment plan. He's an oncologist-just

to have the hysterectomy. But the words caught in his throat. He understood how hard it was for any woman to make

cared

"Cancer?" he echoed.

"What cancer?"

the door

doorway, his face ashen, clearly having heard everything. He looked like

Hotel earlier, Ivan had followed, uneasy, and spent ages outside wrangling with Jarrod's

to overhear

that supposed to mean? What are you hiding from

maybe you should go home

it. Queenie had told her. And now, Elodie couldn't look at Queenie's issues

understood Elodie's meaning immediately, his eyes brimming with emotion. Elodie's injury, the

only on the shocking

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