How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 111

Sylvie turned to Keith with unhurried grace, her posture effortlessly elegant.

Keith, almost instinctively, glanced at Sylvie. After a moment's deliberation, he shook his head. "It's nothing. I just wanted to remind you your meeting with Mr. Black is at three this afternoon."

Jarrod's dark eyes betrayed nothing as he nodded, then disappeared into his office.

Sylvie followed close behind.

Keith watched the two of them retreat down the hall, weighing his words carefully and ultimately deciding to keep silent.

After all, Ms. Fielding was still here. Bringing up Elodie now would be out of place.

Besides, in all these years, he'd never heard of Mr. Silverstein visiting his mother- in-law's grave.

What would be different this time?

Even if he brought it up, with the third anniversary coming up, Mr. Silverstein would probably refuse. Why risk spoiling both his and Ms. Fielding's moods by mentioning Elodie?

On the other side of town, Elodie was completely unaware of Keith's dilemma. After work that evening, she changed course and headed for the nursing home. Her grandmother had sent over a few home-cooked dishes for Emile today, and Elodie decided to join in and keep everyone company.

his food. Still, he smiled warmly as he chatted with

better caregiver for him now, with both a day nurse and a night

a standard perk for

a hospital this exclusive, every service usually

be that Jarrod had given

must have cost a fortune, didn't it?" Rosemary turned to Elodie, frowning in disapproval.

had always carried too much for both her and

how they'd managed to afford the room. If her grandmother and uncle

days, so you don't have to worry about me. Once

was

she cared about was moving quickly, reaching her goals, and making sure she could give her uncle access to the best treatment

tinged with guilt as he shook his head. "I'm just a burden to you. If I weren't so sick,

never known real protection

and hypocritical; he'd never cared whether she lived

of support she needed to stand

with Emile's illness and the mounting bills, she felt even more weighed down. It was a constant ache in

tip of her nose, but she only smiled and shook her head. "I've finally found my way back to the work I love, and I'm