How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 742

Even Joseph couldn't hide the complicated look on his face.

He clenched his fists in silence, the shock evident in his eyes.

Anyone who said they weren't surprised would be lying. Jarrod's feelings for Elodie were so obvious, you could almost feel the weight of them in the air.

So this was it—he really did love her, with a depth Joseph had never fully understood until now.

A cold suspicion crept up on Joseph, sending a chill down his spine.

If Jarrod cared for Elodie this much, then all those times before those subtle glances, those careful words-had Jarrod really not noticed his own feelings for her?

The thought made Joseph's throat tighten. He felt a knot forming in his chest, so tight he could barely breathe.

He turned on his heel and walked away.

Maurice didn't even realize at first, and called after him, "Hey, aren't you coming in? Didn't we say we'd grab lunch together?"

Joseph didn't answer.

Suddenly, he found it impossible to face them. Shame gnawed at him.

And, truthfully, he couldn't let go of Elodie-not yet.

He needed time to pull himself together.

When Watts arrived at the police station, Patricia had already been processed.

came in, her expression sour. "I want out of here

was never one to handle this kind of

"You really think running into Jarrod today was

face drained of color. This was exactly the reality she didn't

moment to strike, and he did. Do you really think you'll just walk out of

He'd already foreseen it.

shot to her feet. "If he wants to come after me, he'd better think about the consequences. If I

she was teetering on the

stabilizers from his pocket and handed them to

head on straight.

her eyes bloodshot with anger and

ended up going back

her to

she stepped out of the

veins in his eyes-he clearly hadn't slept. She knew, of course,

this kind

what they are now.

to

bent down, and rested his forehead gently against her shoulder. He closed his eyes, as if this was the only way

apple bobbed with a silent swallow before he spoke, his voice low. "It actually makes me

a loss for

just pretend not to see the toll this was

Don't let your grandma

tried to pull away, but his hand was still wrapped tightly around her wrist, almost as if

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