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.

dry. He forced himself to stay calm. If there were any way to trade

in the waiting room was so

much time had passed before the light

to their feet, moving as

by one, the surgeons emerged, exhaustion

pulled off his mask. There were still traces of blood

forward. "How

faces crowding the doorway and finally exhaled. "The

had barely left his lips before everyone burst into tears

squeezing his heart finally let go, and he drew a ragged, shuddering breath. It was as if he'd been pulled back from the edge of a

with trembling hands. "I knew it—I just

emotion too much to contain. Ever since Elodie fell

quiet prayers of thanks, her hands