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 talk

sighed, saying

sell the house, she'd decided to sell the gallery instead to give Elodie a little security. After all,

gathered her things, called back the buyer, got the address, and headed straight to

young man greeted her, wearing a broad, practiced smile. "Ms. Thorne, the buyer is quite wealthy. You'll get well above market value for this deal.

Elodie didn't respond.

until she was led into the meeting

of the people inside, her entire

clenched her fists

his gaze

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

him were Sylvie and Maurice, who was idly scrolling through his

entered; Sylvie seemed

breath and walked over.

his head. "Not me. It's

paintings from

figured buying a gallery was the

to discover the

paler, cold air

seen this

crossed. "My mother really likes the gallery's design

lips into a thin line, eyes fixed

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