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?"

"Alright, I'll go

saying nothing

suffering in her marriage, and since Elodie wouldn't let her sell the house, she'd decided to sell the gallery instead to give Elodie a little security. After all, you can't take these things with

back the buyer, got the address, and

practiced smile. "Ms. Thorne, the buyer is quite wealthy. You'll get well above market

Elodie didn't respond.

until she was led

the people inside, her entire

her fists in

over at her, unhurried, his

deep, and suddenly she understood why he'd called earlier

Sylvie and Maurice, who was idly

looked up as Elodie entered; Sylvie seemed

slow, steadying breath and walked over. "You're the ones looking to

his head. "Not

paintings from abroad, and needed a permanent home for them. Sylvie, ever the

gallery was

to discover the seller

face went even paler, cold air filling

seen this

"My mother really likes the gallery's design and location. Name

into a thin

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