How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"No need," Jarrod replied, glancing over at the cabinet. "Would you mind grabbing a blanket and covering Elodie?"

Lucinda felt a surge of annoyance catch in her throat.

"I just got here, and the moment you open your eyes you're already ordering me

to take care of your wife?" Though she complained, she lowered her voice out of respect for the sleeping Elodie.

Jarrod didn't have much energy to argue, his tone lazy and indifferent. "If I were able to move, I wouldn't be asking you."

"...."

Now Lucinda was sure of it.

Jarrod couldn't be that badly hurt-he woke up and the first thing he did was find a way to get under her skin.

She pressed her lips together, but still turned to fetch a clean blanket. Moving carefully, she draped it softly over Elodie.

Then, face still cold, she looked back at Jarrod. "Happy now?"

Jarrod just gave a languid nod. "Thank you for your trouble."

Lucinda huffed and sat down on the other side of the room. She'd already gotten most of the story from Andrea.

Instinctively, she wanted to blame Elodie—after all, Malcom was Elodie's father.

But...

came down to

was a

one could feel worse than Elodie, knowing

had forced herself to The Silverstein

on the board, hoping to get their people promoted at the next meeting. They're aiming to snatch projects and power

that was

blame for the stalled project on Jarrod, hoping to use it as an excuse

had their way, they'd have voted

roots at headquarters ran too deep; they couldn't

on Elodie's face for a moment before he spoke,

he looked at Elodie, as if he wished he

situation, signed the liability agreement herself,

it clear she was willing to use her connections, reputation be damned. Abthis point, the project doesn't have a choice-it

all too

Klein wasn't something you

was only because

for outside help

to rally

Sprague's ambitions to return and

Elodie's pale face and then

arm.

He swallowed hard.

it together herself, yet she'd still gone toe-to-toe

to her death, and with his own condition so grave, a heavy ache pressed