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.

the details, every grim prognosis and risk. It was more than he could

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

his gaze, and she could see the anguish and regret in his eyes, so raw

slowly. "Dr. Warwick is great. We've already discussed my treatment plan. He's an oncologist-just as good

in his throat. He understood how hard it was for any woman to make that decision. Telling her that he didn't care about having children

he cared about

"Cancer?" he echoed.

"What cancer?"

door

having heard

earlier, Ivan had

hadn't expected to overhear something like

Elodie. "What's that

didn't flicker. "You have no right to question me. Instead of sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, maybe you should go home and keep an

her. And now, Elodie couldn't look at Queenie's issues with any sense of

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

on the shocking news that Elodie's name and cancer could be

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