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.

touched his food. Still, he smiled warmly as he chatted with Elodie and Rosemary about his

a much better caregiver for him now, with both a day nurse and a night nurse taking shifts-far more attentive than

perk

service usually came with an

be that Jarrod had given special

frowning in disapproval. "You only just started your new job. There's

was genuinely worried for Elodie-this girl had always carried too

afford the room. If her grandmother and uncle found out that Selma was downstairs, it would just

is pretty generous these days, so you don't have to worry about me. Once we find a

that was all

reaching her goals, and making sure she could give her uncle access to the

was holding Elodie back. His voice was tinged with guilt as he shook his head. "I'm just a

never known

hypocritical; he'd never cared whether she

a prestigious family-she'd never had the kind of

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

head. "I've finally found my way back to the work I love, and I'm truly happy. Things will only get better