How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Even Elodie had to admit the whole thing felt rushed.

Her engagement ring had fetched a small fortune at auction, yet his own ring-the one he'd wear for her had been thrown together so casually?

She couldn't say why, but suddenly, Elodie found herself wondering about

Jarrod's state of mind back then.

He'd done so much for her behind the scenes, pouring his heart into it.

But Jarrod was never the type to parade his devotion. When he cared for someone, he didn't count the cost or expect anything in return.

Looking back, it seemed everything between them had been carefully, almost painstakingly orchestrated by him.

She even questioned-if not for all the things Jarrod quietly did would their bond have been so deep?

"You really know how to keep things bottled up," Elodie said quietly, stepping closer. She looked up at his refined features, gaze intent and searching.

Jarrod met her eyes, unwavering. "So should I be looking for some credit? Is it too late for that?"

Elodie's lips quirked in a faint smile, but she didn't answer. Instead, she stepped forward again, and before Jarrod even realized what was happening-she wrapped her arms around his waist, not too tight or loose.

With her eyes closed, Elodie rested her cheek against his chest.

In this moment, none of it

soon, okay? When you're well, let's

would be a fresh

life

There was no point blowing

about the present-and whatever

anymore: Jarrod had

told herself she didn't love him, but really, that feeling had just been buried, hidden behind

truth. At the time, she'd just reached

as if to show her he'd always be walking the same road by

feel her warmth through his shirt, her arms around his waist making

he lowered his gaze

"Elodie?"

great with big decisions or sudden changes Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "don't do this

goes, together."

tremble and swell,

waist and pulled her close, his

those years, they'd

precious

if Elodie was still sorting through her feelings,

shaped her, made her