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.

took his phone and went back to the

she could easily forget about everything else around

finally finished, more

rubbed her neck and glanced

his phone propped

as

tidy sleeper, usually lying on his back, rarely turning to his side. The only exception had been their first year of marriage, when

wanting to

gazed at his face for a long moment, feeling an inexplicable warmth

whispered, "Goodnight,"

end the video call, careful not to

herself completely into

the team in depth, going over blueprints and code again and again,

technical roadblocks that werennet

and pushing her whole team forward. It took more than two weeks

inspect the latest prototype, Elodie

booked my flight-I should land

checked the clock. She hadn't realized how many

assumed it would be longer before Jarrod

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