How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie did a quick calculation in her mind. "You're coming here? You don't need to go through all that trouble. We could just meet up directly in New York. It's not exactly safe around here-you'd be alone and unprotected."

The dangers here weren't exactly hidden; they were right out in the open.

"It's fine. I can handle it. I'll coordinate with the security team on that side," Jarrod replied. He knew the risks, but to him, they were minor.

The truth was, he missed Elodie. Even though she had only just left, taking that first step forward left him feeling a little uncertain.

But he was determined.

Elodie checked the timing in her mind he should be fine, she figured, and nodded. Besides, she could take some time off work, and the thought of the upcoming trip to New York filled her with anticipation.

She felt energized.

"All right," she said, returning her attention to her laptop.

Jarrod didn't hang up.

He just watched her as she focused on her work, not saying a word.

Even in silence, he felt content.

He watched as Elodie's brow furrowed in concentration, then relaxed as she worked through problems-catching every little expression.

unnoticed, then took his phone and

work, she could easily forget

she finally finished,

neck and

phone propped up on the nightstand, camera aimed at

movements slowed as

The only exception had been their first year of marriage, when he liked to snuggle

his side, maybe wanting to see her-or

for a long moment,

whispered, "Goodnight,"

did she end the video call, careful not to make

herself completely

depth, going over blueprints and code again and

technical roadblocks that werennet

her whole team forward. It took more than

she arrived onsite to inspect the latest

I've booked my flight-I should land in New York around six in

clock. She hadn't realized how many days had

it would be longer

feeling better? Is it okay for