How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 109

Jarrod found himself genuinely surprised.

He'd promised to send Elodie a few photos of that painting, and with some free time today, he finally sent them over.

He hadn't expected to be greeted by a glaring red exclamation mark.

He didn't even know when Elodie had blocked him.

Was it during the art exhibit? Or sometime after?

Either way, he didn't dwell on it. Given everything that had happened lately, Elodie's silence was almost stranger—blocking him made more sense. Maybe she was just expressing her displeasure.

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

He remembered the last time: Elodie had blocked him for about a week, then quietly added him back, acting as if nothing had ever happened.

But this time...

It felt like more of a shame than anything else.

Only now did he realize just how much effort she'd put in.

Elodie, on her end, was suddenly reminded—she'd blocked Jarrod ages ago. Not just his personal number, but his work one too—both tucked away on her blocked list.

That it had taken Jarrod this long to notice didn't surprise her.

Before she'd blocked him, Jarrod rarely reached out anyway. It was always her, checking in, sending message after message, and he'd only bother to reply when he felt like it.

If he thought something wasn't important, chances were he just wouldn't respond.

Most of the time, she was just talking to herself.

Looking back at their chats, there'd be her long, thoughtful messages, punctuated only by the occasional, terse "Yeah," "Okay," or "Got it" from him.

She figured, now that she'd stopped reaching out, Jarrod was probably enjoying the quiet.

"Did you need something?" Elodie didn't answer his call directly, just asked in a calm, almost distant tone.

Jarrod was silent for a moment, his voice even and unreadable when he finally spoke. "Didn't you want photos of that painting? I couldn't send them through Messenger, so I had to call and check."