How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel 16

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel 16

Chapter 16 

Janod really did change rooms. Now, so early in the moming, he and Sylvie were coming and going together. There was no doubt they’d spent the whole night in the 

same room 

Elod suddenly felt sick to her stomach 

She tumed away from the two of them, slipped back into her mom, and rushed to the bathroom, trying to throw upanything, just to get rid of that nauseous feeling But nothing came up 

Her appetite had been semble lately. Maybe things were even worse for her than shard realized Eldered the pale, holloweyed reflection in the miner, a chill crowing up her spine!! 

People are so fragile she thought!! 

At least she could be grateful she’d woken up before things became truly inversible 

Shell had time to become herell again

With a determined breath, Elodie touched up her makeup, determined not to look so worn out 

She asked the innkeeper to arrange a car to take her back down the mountain. Just then, her grandmother called 

Her grandmother, Rosemary, was a stem, nononsense woman With Elodie’s grandfather gone early, Rosemary had poured all her energy into raising her children After Eladie’s mother passed away, Rosemary grieven more quietexcept when it came to worrying about Elodie 

Grandma Elodie cleared her throat before answering, making sure her voice betrayed nothing

Did you have breakfast? Rosemary asked her tone gentle for someone usually so serious

Elodie felt a warmth bloom in her chest. Tm eating now Missing me already, Grandma 

Rosemary chuckled softly. It’s nothing urgem. I just finished knitting two scarves for you and Jamrod. The weather’s getting colder, and these will keep you warm When can you come by to pick them up? Maybe stay for dinnerIll make your favorite sweet and sour ribs.” 

Elodie looked down, gull fickening in her eyes: Grandma, you really don’t have to go through all that trouble.” 

It’s differentRosemary insisted: Tinow life isn’t easy for you, married into a family like his. There’s not much I can do to help, so I do what I can Be good to Jarred, all night? If he has any conscience hell treat you well too, won’t he?‘ 

Elodie’s eyes bumed. She wiped the comer of her eyes with her fingertip. He’s just been mally busy lately, maybe- 

There’s always time for a meal Rosemary said, not missing a beat. Can you both come by in the next couple of days?

had been so long since Rosemary had seen Elodie and Jamrod together, and she clearly missed them 

Elodie considered in and finally agreed, Winight. Il try my best’t 

Stæ malized Junod should be the one to talk to her grandmother about the divorce he owed her that much. At least they could part on good terms

To her grandmother, even the biggest problems had to have a reason

Elodie didn’t want her to ever know the truththat Janod had cheated. It would only upset her and take a toll on her health. Better to find a gentler explanation, to say they just weren’t night for each other

This was something Jamod needed to handle 

After a moment’s hesitation, Elodie left her room and walked down the hall toward Jod’s door 

She noticed it was ujar

She stepped doser, about to knock, but through the crack the caught a glimpse inside: Sylvie, standing on tiptoe with her arms around Jamod’s neck, his hands loosely at her waist, their heads tilted together in a kiss.

Elodies eyes flickered 

Sharone on the spo 

Suddenly, a pair of hands shoved berhard Elodie’s head spun, and she barely managed to keep her footing

Don’t you have any shame? Spying on other people’s private business?“ Octavia face flushed with outrage, glared at Elodie like she’d just committed some unforgivable crime 

The commotion startled the people node 

Jarrod and Sylvie quickly came to the door 

Sylvie, uncharacterstically frowned and shot Elodie a cold glance, lips pressed into a thin

Enjoying the show?Jarrods handsome face was twisted in a mocking smile, his eyes cold enough to freere the air 

Hedidn’t say much, but Elodie could feel the accusation in every inch of his posture 

awes 

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel

How a dying woman wrote her epilogue novel

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