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

a

than Elodie, knowing her

sick as she was, had forced herself to The Silverstein Group headquarters, made tough calls,

some on the board, hoping to get their people promoted at the next meeting.

that was just

for the stalled project on Jarrod, hoping to use

their way, they'd have

ran too deep; they couldn't

face

looked at

the situation, signed the liability agreement herself, and took the fall so the company

willing to use her connections, reputation be damned. Abthis

knew all

someone like Klein wasn't something you could ask

was only because

strings for outside

managed to

down Sprague's ambitions to return and

He stared at Elodie's pale face and

arm.

He swallowed hard.

was barely holding it together herself, yet she'd still gone toe-to-toe with those old

falling to her death, and with his own condition so grave, a