BookToReadChapter 122 Ivan narrowed his eyes. "Well then, I'll leave Elodie in your care, Mr. Silverstein." Elodie frowned, uneasy. There was something strange about the way he said that. Jarrod, on the other hand, showed no particular reaction. "Of course. It's only right." He looked every bit the picture of composed dignity-so much so, it was impossible to tell whether he meant any of it.
Ivan hesitated, glanced at Elodie once more, then turned and left-off to meet his girlfriend.
Elodie found herself caring about this third anniversary more than she expected. It was, after all, a true farewell. She didn't need to stay up all night, but her thoughts had been restless lately, and she actually felt steadier with her mother close by. Tonight, she planned to keep vigil at the memorial.
By the tshe'd finished seeing Esmeralda off, dusk had settled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat surprised her most was that Jarrod hadn't left.
She sat quietly in front of the memorial altar, Jarrod at her side. When she looked over, he met her gaze, his voice cool and even: "I'll stay with you." There was no warmth in his tone, but his actions spoke for themselves.
Elodie eyed him suspiciously. "I'm staying all night, you know." "I know." He glanced at his watch, calm as ever. "Do you wantto go?" A faint, unreadable smile tugged at his lips as he spoke, giving their exchange a strange tension.
Elodie was caught off guard. Was he... not planning to be with Sylvie tonight? Did he feel sorry for her, seeing how grief-stricken she was? Was he trying to spare her feelings? Her face revealed nothing; she refused to let herself be moved. She didn't understand his motives, so she simply turned away and said nothing more.
Near eight o'clock, Elodie stretched her stiff arms and legs. When she turned, she saw Jarrod still there, hunched over his iPad, brow furrowed, but steadfastly keeping her company.
She knew he didn't have to go this far-not anymore. The divorce meant he owed her nothing, and she wasn't unreasonable. Truthfully, Jarrod felt more like a guest these days.
At the very least, she could be polite.
Elodie stood up and poured him a glass of water, setting it on the table beside him.
"You don't have to stay all night," she said quietly, "but since you're here, I'd like you to cwithlater to talk to Grandma about... us." That was her real reason for letting him linger.
Jarrod's gaze flicked to the water glass, but before he could respond, his phone rang.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmElodie glanced at the screen out of habit.
Sylvie.
Jarrod met her eyes, made no attempt to hide the caller, and answered. "What's up?" Whatever he heard made his expression tighten. He stood up at once. "I'm on my way. Wait for me." He ended the call and looked at Elodie. "Something's cup. I have to go." He wasn't asking; he was informing.
Elodie had already expected it. "Okay."
She met his gaze, her face calm, betraying neither sadness nor om disappointment Jarkod's eyes narrowed briefly, then he nodded coolly and strode out without another word.
Elodie didn't try to stop him. She wasn't even curious about what could have called him away so m him suddenly she already knew. If it was about Sylvie, no matter how big or small, it always cfirst. The fact that he'd stayed this long was already more than she expected. As for his promise to keep her company tonight-only to leave halfway through... Was she surprised? Not at all.
She'd grown used to it.
Elodie turned and gazed at the photo of her mother, smiling gently from the altar. She stood there for a long while, then carefully wiped the frclean before making her way to Rosemary's bedroom. Rosemary was still awake, sorting through Winifred's old things. When she saw Elodie cin, she waved her over. "Where's Jarrod?" Elodie took a deep breath, moved to her grandmother's side, and gently took her hand. "Grandma..." "He won't be coming anymore. Actually, we... we're in the process of getting divorced."
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