How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

When Elodie accepted his friend request, Joseph was genuinely surprised. He couldn't even explain to himself why he'd added her in the first place, or what he was supposed to say now that she'd accepted.

It all felt a bit awkward.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

Instead, he tapped into Elodie's social feed and started scrolling.

She didn't post often, and it looked like her privacy settings were wide open. The latest update was from about two weeks ago—a photo of a hospital building.

The caption read: "Here alone, fingers crossed for good news..."

Joseph couldn't help picturing Elodie's calm, detached expression.

Clearly, she'd gone to the doctor by herself.

As he scrolled further, most of her posts were snapshots of daily life-little things that showed how much she loved living. Pictures of desserts she'd made, home- cooked meals, fresh bouquets she'd bought, and her place looking neat and inviting.

It was all so warm and full of intention.

Joseph lingered for a while, thinking that, really, Jarrod ought to be pretty happy.

His thumb paused on a mirror selfie Elodie had posted. He hesitated, then decided not to open it in full.

"Joseph? What are you looking at?" Maurice's voice broke his reverie. They'd all been out to dinner for a while now, but Joseph had barely said a word and kept staring at his phone.

Jarrod glanced over, his tone unreadable. "Something on your mind?"

He, too, had noticed Joseph seemed distracted all night.

Joseph met Jarrod's eyes, feeling a sudden, inexplicable irritation. "No."

Sylvie walked over and glanced at Joseph's phone. "You seem out of it. Are you feeling all right?"

He quickly locked the screen. "I'm fine."

"Glad to hear

she thought she'd glimpsed a woman's photo on

A woman?

gave Joseph a second,

spent the night at Silverstein Mansion. He'd left some important

there, and the next morning, as he

was just heading out

his car, still in

at her, eyebrow

obviously.

today? I miss her, thought I'd say hi before

Sylvie

she'd be downstairs soon, she suddenly asked, "Has Elodie

glanced at her.

as his sister-in-law, but Octavia stubbornly refused and kept calling Sylvie by that title

Elodie didn't compare

to go into that field herself. Sylvie would definitely help

she had to admit, Elodie was good at running a home-her cooking and

totally useless, she

had stopped dropping off little

kind of missed them, but she wasn't about

been pretty peaceful lately,"

idolized the genius who'd developed the U.N2 drone. Someday, she'd love to meet

the stock market, making it clear he had little interest in

with Sylvie,

graduate next year, but since she attended an international school, her mornings weren't too early. When she walked into the classroom, she saw Freya was already

asthma attack and a short hospital stay. Octavia didn't bother to say

either. She simply took a box of cookies out of her bag and

the packaging. "Where'd you get

and took