How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 187

Elodie hadn't made her decision lightly.

For years, she'd given up on herself far too soon, letting herself become a pawn for the family-for the Harcourts, for Ivan, and later for Jarrod. Never, not once, had she really lived for herself.

It wasn't as if she'd never had dreams or ambitions.

Now, with sudden clarity, she realized how precious her time was-worth more than gold. Whether or not she could get accepted, whether or not she'd have the chance to keep studying, she still wanted to try again.

Alexander paused, glancing over at her.

It took Charlie a moment to catch up, but then he slapped the table. "That's what I like to hear!"

"Why not? It's never too late to start over, no matter where life has taken you." His grin spread wide before he remembered to scowl, giving a gruff snort. "But don't think grad school is a walk in the park. Don't go making big promises you can't keep!"

"Exactly. You might want to pick a different advisor," Alexander teased, raising an eyebrow. "This old man hasn't taken a student in three years. Who knows if he's still got what it takes."

Charlie swatted at him. "Smart mouth! No one asked for your opinion."

Elodie watched the two, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

For the first time in a long while, she felt light-genuinely at ease.

Once the VistaLink Technologies project was running smoothly, she'd start

preparing for her applications.

her health didn't improve, as long as she still had

wasn't it about

Thursday morning.

and Galen, Elodie's phone buzzed with a call from

you have a moment at lunch today? Mr. Silverstein has arranged for the transfer of property and other formalities.

lawyer, there wouldn't be time. She decided to handle it herself. "Yes,

polite and even. "Please come to the CEO's office at

"Alright," she agreed.

tedious but necessary. At city hall, Jarrod had said they'd handle the property transfer after the papers went through. She'd

skipped lunch and headed straight for The Silverstein

arrived, she was ushered directly to

"Mr. Silverstein is still in a meeting. Would you mind

Elodie's brow furrowed.

for noon, and she'd arrived

Jarrod was still tied up in a

his meeting for me." Her tone was cool, skipping all the

aback for

never seen Elodie

and gentle consideration she'd once shown Mr. Silverstein had

divorced, and

how to put on

expression neutral. "If

led Elodie