How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Esmeralda sat cross-legged on the chair, eyes darting mischievously as she slurped up a mouthful of steaming instant noodles. With a grin, she slid her feet into her slippers and sprang up. "Alright, alright, I get it-you two have things to discuss. I know when I'm the third wheel. I'll leave you to your privacy."

She whisked herself onto the balcony, bowl in hand, ready to savor her midnight

snack in peace.

Elodie couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's theatrics.

Setting her phone down beside her laptop so it wouldn't get in the way of her work, she finally answered the call.

Jarrod's face filled the screen.

Elodie glanced at him briefly, still flipping through documents on her laptop. "Shouldn't you be asleep? It must be nearly one in the morning over there."

Jarrod appeared to be in his study, setting his phone on the desk. "I had to make sure you arrived safely, Ms. Thorne. Heartless as ever-not even a message to let me know?"

Elodie's conscience pricked at her.

She had reasoned earlier that it was too late to call him, not wanting to disturb his sleep. She'd planned to send a message first thing in the morning.

Besides, after so many years of handling things on her own, she still hadn't fully shifted her mindset. Some habits die hard, and she knew she could be careless about such things.

"Sorry," Elodie finally said.

let out

par, I can talk to the higher-ups and have

was clearly still uneasy about Elodie's

need to make a fuss," she quickly interrupted. "I'm fine. I'm here to

certainly know how to tough it out. Am

never hid how he felt. Even through the

over just in time to see Jarrod,

lean muscle and clean

"...What are

my bandages. Why,

felt a bit foolish for jumping to conclusions. She'd assumed he was just teasing her,

She took a quick

look at his injuries.

on his chest would still need

to her laptop,

over his

now filled the entire

he finished, Jarrod noticed Elodie hadn't glanced up

raised his eyebrows. "Are you going

him a sidelong glance. "What