How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 827

Jarrod could tell something was off with Elodie, but he also knew what she needed most right now was his arms around her.

He didn’t say a word, just pulled her in and held her tight.

He gently patted her back, a silent gesture of comfort.

Their camp wasn’t exactly close by, so it took a while before they finally touched down.

Only after they landed did Elodie finally let out a breath she’d been holding, the tension easing from her shoulders.

Jarrod was the first to step off the plane. He reached up to her, his hands steady and reassuring, guiding her down each step until her feet were safely on the ground.

Fleming followed, glancing over to make sure Elodie was okay. “Everyone’s been worried sick about you, Elodie. Thank God you’re alright. If you’d gotten hurt…”

He didn’t even finish before a voice echoed from across the tarmac.

“Elodie!”

Before she could even turn, Esmeralda came barreling toward her, throwing her arms around Elodie and bursting into tears—completely unconcerned about her appearance or that Fleming was watching. All she cared about was that Elodie was safe.

“Oh my God, you’re okay! I haven’t slept in days, I was worried sick! Watts Aldridge—what kind of person is he?!” Esmeralda let go just long enough to give Elodie a quick once-over, making sure she wasn’t hurt, then hugged her again, sobbing even louder.

She squeezed in so close that Jarrod was practically shoved aside.

He’d been holding Elodie’s hand, but in the chaos, Esmeralda managed to pry it away and placed Elodie’s hand on top of her own head, desperate for comfort.

Elodie quickly patted her shoulder, trying to calm her down. “Hey, hey, I’m fine—really. Not a scratch on me. Look at you, though! Everyone’s watching, you know. Save the tears for later.”

Esmeralda sniffled. “Like I care!”

God knew how scared she’d been.

This wasn’t home. The past few days, every possible nightmare had played through her mind. She’d heard stories from locals about ruthless gangs and the things they did to people—enough to keep her wide awake most nights.

Even when it came to Watts, she couldn’t help but think, what if he had hired someone else to do his dirty work?

Fleming caught every flicker of emotion on Esmeralda’s face.

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