How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

"You came from nothing, your education is average at best—what, is Jarrod supposed to go around telling people his wife's a stay-at-home mom?" Lucinda's tone was frosty, her words edged with contempt she barely tried to hide.

There was nothing about this daughter-in-law she approved of-absolutely nothing. Lucinda had never wanted Elodie in this family, but back then, they'd had no other choice. Even now, she pitied her own son for ending up with someone like her.

Sylvie, on the other hand-the woman Jarrod had been spending more and more time with lately-was at least presentable. Her family was no match for the Silversteins, but at least she had a real education, something Elodie could never compete with.

Elodie understood exactly what Lucinda was implying, but she kept her voice steady. "You won't have to worry about that much longer."

Lucinda's eyes narrowed. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Before Elodie could reply, a car horn sounded outside.

A tall figure appeared in the foyer. Jarrod's dark eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene. Over the past three years, he'd witnessed his mother's endless attempts to make Elodie's life difficult. Elodie never protested-she'd swallow every insult with downcast eyes and quiet obedience. She never seemed to mind, so why should he get involved?

"I got held up," Jarrod said, his gaze flicking past Elodie as he came to stand beside her. "Grandma, why the long face?"

As he moved closer, Elodie caught the faint scent of perfume on his coat. It wasn't his-the lingering note of white musk was unmistakably feminine.

Sylvie. Only if they'd been close for a while would his clothes have picked up her perfume so strongly.

it home! What was so important you had

offering no explanation. "I'm

direction, Lucinda stood

had never truly accepted Elodie into the family, but she let it go and ushered Elodie and Jarrod

then, spotted Elodie, and didn't bother greeting her. Instead, she bounced happily to Jarrod's

by accident or intent, Octavia had

your sister-in-law is

Octavia chirped, glancing at Elodie. "You

sat down calmly. "Be

looked up at her,

to his side at every opportunity, always hoping for a spark of affection, always claiming the seat next to him. But now that divorce

moment later, someone set a bowl in front of him—a dish

face unreadable. "Grandma, I'm

pausing as she

and herbal root soup-rich, nourishing,

for him. "No one ever suffered from being too healthy.

understand, just glanced at the