How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Sometimes, all you can do is take things one step at a time.

She followed her guide across the grounds toward another building.

They escorted her upstairs.

The sheer opulence of the place struck her immediately-so out of place in a country where most people seemed to get by with so little.

The gulf between rich and poor was staggering.

As soon as Elodie stepped inside, the heavy door shut behind her.

She frowned and glanced back.

Before she could process much, footsteps echoed from ahead.

She whipped around, alert, every nerve on edge.

And found herself staring into a pair of familiar eyes.

Elodie's brow tightened. "Why is it you?"

She took in the tall, lean man before her, dressed in dark, casual clothes. He still radiated that same youthful energy and undeniable good looks, but now there was something else about him—an air she couldn't quite define.

turned away to pour himself a glass of water. "If it hadn't been me, you'd be in real trouble with that

instantly thought of the man from the

had no quarrel with him, no reason

eyebrows at her. “I imagine you're already shaken. This isn't the safe, orderly life you're used to back home. When things

Elodie cut straight to the point, her voice calm but her

were still friends. “Business. There's a mining operation here

pleasantries either. "Why did you confiscate

at her. "My work's confidential. It's just how things are done here. If it bothers you, I'll return it later." "Mr. Aldridge, I don't care how you knew I was there today, or why you chose to help me. I'm grateful. But I need to leave now-I have urgent business." Elodie

to make sure Jarrod

Every second counted.

"What's the rush?"

set his glass down and tilted his head, grinning. "You're looking for Jarrod, aren't

Elodie's eyes flashed.

said a word about

Watts and Jarrod had unfinished business. She

narrowed his eyes, then

for Mr.

said you're safe here. As soon as there's news, you'll

her lips

read

helping

did he even know Jarrod