How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Seeing the situation unfold, Rosemary felt her knees go weak. She collapsed into the nearest chair, struggling to catch her breath.

Emile hurried over and gently patted her on the back. "It's all right. The surgery is going as expected. With so many leading specialists in there, nothing's going to go wrong."

But Rosemary was far from reassured. Her heart was caught in her throat, neither dropping nor settling.

Esmeralda suddenly clutched Alexander's sleeve. "Alex, there won't be any problems, right?"

She looked so pale, he could see the worry etched into every line of her face as she stared at the glowing light above the operating room door. "No," Alexander said, trying to sound steady. "Elodie's always been strong. The doctors know exactly what they're doing."

Esmeralda's heart hammered in her chest. She couldn't calm down, so she glanced across the waiting room at Jarrod.

His jaw was clenched tight, knuckles bone-white as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. He didn't seem to notice or perhaps didn't care—that he'd strained his back so badly his hospital gown was stained red.

The sight made Esmeralda's breath hitch. For years she'd thought Jarrod was cold and indifferent, especially toward Elodie. As far as she knew, Elodie had suffered endlessly for loving him, while he'd remained unmoved. But now, in this moment, she saw something else on his face: pure, unmistakable fear.

to stay calm. If there were any way to trade places and give Elodie his health, he would do

in the waiting room was so taut you could almost hear

one knew how much time had passed before the

their feet, moving as

one, the surgeons emerged, exhaustion etched on

still traces of blood on his scrubs, making Jarrod's heart

forward. "How is

crowding the doorway and finally exhaled. "The

left his lips before everyone burst into tears

and he drew a ragged,

her tears with trembling hands. "I knew

to sobs, the flood of emotion too much to contain. Ever since Elodie fell ill, she hadn't known a moment's peace, and

few quiet prayers of thanks, her hands clasped