How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 67

4:00 PM.

Outside, the sky hung heavy and gray, and a sharp wind rattled the windowpanes.

Elodie's phone buzzed again—it was her grandmother calling.

"Gran, is everything alright?"

Rosemary hardly ever called her during work hours, not unless something urgent had come up.

There was a pause on the other end before Rosemary finally said, "Elodie, remember I mentioned selling the house a while ago? You wouldn't let me, so instead, I've put your mother's old, closed-down art gallery on the market. It's just sitting there collecting dust, and I thought it'd be better to get you some cash for it..."

She felt Elodie ought to know.

Life in the Silverstein family hadn't been easy for Elodie. Rosemary couldn't bear to see her only granddaughter looked down on, and she was certain Elodie's mother would have agreed.

Elodie's expression shifted.

So that call earlier-it was real.

"Gran, you don't need to worry about whether I have enough money. I'm working now, and my yearly bonus will be more than enough. There's no need to sell the gallery."

She knew her grandmother meant well—she simply feared Elodie would have no standing in the Silverstein family and wanted to give her something solid to hold onto.

Rosemary hesitated, then pressed on, "But the buyer's really interested and offered a good price. Maybe you could at least go take a look?"

brow. "Alright, I'll go talk

sighed, saying nothing

her marriage, and since Elodie wouldn't let her sell the house, she'd decided

back the buyer, got the address, and headed straight to

broad, practiced smile. "Ms. Thorne, the

Elodie didn't respond.

she was led into

of the people inside,

clenched her fists in

his gaze cool. "Got time

offhand tone cut her deep, and suddenly she understood why he'd

Maurice, who was idly scrolling through his

Sylvie seemed

steadying breath and walked over.

his head. "Not me. It's Sylvie-she's

was an art enthusiast, had brought back dozens of paintings from abroad, and needed a permanent home

a gallery was the simplest

surprised to discover the seller

went even paler, cold

hadn't seen this

glanced at her, legs crossed. "My mother really likes

pressed her lips into a thin line,

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