How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 38

Elodie and Alexander both took the following day off, choosing to shut themselves away and rest.

She knew how fragile her health was; pushing herself for no reason had never been her style.

—

10:00 p.m.

Jarrod stopped by the house he shared with Elodie that evening.

He paused as he opened the shoe cabinet to grab a pair of slippers.

His dark eyes swept over the shelves, scanning up and down.

Elodie was always calm and a little distant, but she cared about the details of daily life. She loved anything that felt vibrant and alive—so even something as ordinary as house slippers, she insisted on picking out bright, cheerful colors.

Usually, a few pairs in pastel yellow, sage green, or vintage blue would be lined up right next to his black, gray, and white ones.

They were hard to miss.

But now, as he looked, those splashes of color were gone. The cabinet felt strangely empty, dull.

Cara, their housekeeper, came over to take his suit jacket. "Welcome home, sir."

Jarrod closed the cabinet door. "Where are her shoes?"

Cara glanced at the cabinet, thinking for a moment before answering, "Mrs. Silverstein came by earlier and asked me to throw them all out. I think she wanted to get new ones?"

Jarrod considered this. That was possible.

Just as he'd expected.

Elodie hadn't come back.

As he loosened his tie, Jarrod pulled out his phone and checked it.

He'd messaged Elodie two hours ago. She still hadn't replied.

Was she feeling unwell, or just busy and hadn't had a chance to respond? He couldn't be sure.

But he didn't really care.

He'd already made his gesture, hadn't he?

—

After a day of rest, Elodie was back at work.

VistaLink Technologies had just wrapped up a major project and landed a new deal. One of the new clients was a tech manufacturing company owned by The Silverstein Group, with the actual production handled by their subsidiary, Nexus Analytics.