How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

He tried his best not to disturb Elodie.

By the time he'd perfected the final version, it was nearly four in the morning.

Jarrod stared at the computer screen for a moment, then checked the date again. Next month, on the eighteenth, it would be exactly one month since Nadia had been "born"-her first month, a good omen. If he hurried, they could hold the wedding on the same day.

He looked up, gazing at the figure asleep with her back to him across the room. After a brief pause, he turned his attention back to the computer, his expression calm as he worked.

He converted the finished invitation design into a digital version, drafted a concise but elegant message, and sent it directly to Ivan at TerraGreen Solutions.

Only then did he finally head to bed, slipping in beside Elodie and gently pulling her into his arms, a silent smile curving his lips.

The news that they were planning a wedding was met with nothing but enthusiastic approval from his grandmother-she was practically overjoyed.

She immediately threw herself into contacting bridal designers and wedding planners.

The older woman handed off the

the responsibility

rituals; too many pointless formalities. The venue should be unique, preferably open-air, with plenty of freedom for the guests. We can invite the media, but only after carefully screening them. Quality over quantity. As for the dress, it shouldn't be bulky or

pressed her lips together, at a loss

bit much?" she finally asked.

me I have some instructions. The wedding will be held on the same

temple throbbed. After all these years of marriage, she still didn't

Elodie's sake—so she wouldn't get worn out. He was terrified she might be exhausted, yet

all

say anything more. She turned and

As a key witness, she would need to give a statement about the events abroad-her testimony alone was enough to kill any hope

of the car, he told her, "If Eldrion Global or Eaton Aldridge reach out, you don't have to deal with them. I'll handle