How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

She'd just graduated, yet already her name was known across the industry.

With talent like hers, was Jarrod blind?

"I'm telling you, steer clear of him for a while. You think Jarrod's a pushover?" Watts came downstairs, rummaged in a drawer, and tossed a bottle of pills to Patricia.

Patricia gave a sharp laugh. "What really floors me is that Jarrod actually covered for Elodie, kept quiet about her getting rid of the baby, and even shielded her from the Silversteins. If he hadn't, how else could Elodie have secured her place in that family?"

That was what really burned her.

She was supposed to be preparing for that international art exhibition-one of the biggest events of her career.

But thanks to all this Jarrod business, her head was a mess. She could barely pick up a brush lately, and that frustration was eating her alive.

She irritably scratched at her neck and shot Watts a look. "And you? Don't tell me you're getting too deep in this act. Jarrod and Elodie are working you over, screwing up your plans-what are you going to do about it?"

Watts paused, remembering the way Elodie had defended Jarrod that day. Her eyes went cold.

"I'm not like you," she said quietly. "I can't pretend to be with someone if they've got someone else in their heart."

When Jarrod received the update about Patricia's whereabouts, he'd just arrived outside Rosemary's house.

He scanned the report, slipped his phone away, and headed inside.

days. She insisted Elodie not stay

she informed

nodded his thanks and made

finished showering and was running a brush through her hair when

she

hair oil, so she tapped speaker. "Hello, who's this?" "It's Dad." Malcom Harcourt's voice was tense. "Elodie, do you have

"No."

no intention of reestablishing contact

have

stared at the phone, her expression turning

run

cash shortfall. If you've got the money, send it over. You built

entitlement.

could hardly

"But you won't see a

turning threatening. "You're going to turn your back on your own father?Let me warn you, Elodie if you don't come through, I'll rain your

Elodie like

her knuckles whitened, her eyes turning

Malcom could

Her mother's depression had

out of control