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.

of water. "If it hadn't been me, you'd

instantly thought of the man

with him, no reason

shaken. This isn't the safe, orderly life you're used to back home. When things get ugly

you here?" Elodie cut straight to the point,

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

with pleasantries either. "Why did you confiscate

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 didn't

to make

Every second counted.

"What's the rush?"

tilted his head, grinning. "You're looking for Jarrod,

Elodie's eyes flashed.

hadn't said a

him, knowing the history knowing Watts and Jarrod had unfinished business. She

emotion on her face. He narrowed his eyes, then shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm up to

to look for Mr. Silverst

said you're safe here. As soon as

her lips together,

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really helping her

even know