How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 218

Grandma didn't catch any hint of emotion in Elodie's voice; she sounded as calm as ever.

With her usual concern, Grandma asked, "I was hoping you and Jarrod would come home for a while. Is the new place all settled in? Do you need me to arrange someone to come help out?"

Jarrod owned more than a few properties, and they always just picked whichever suited them at the moment. If needed, Grandma could easily send someone over to help tidy things up.

But with both of them so busy, it was no surprise the kitchen rarely saw any real

use.

Elodie answered gently, "No need, Grandma. We've got everything under control."

"That's good, then," Grandma replied, but she couldn't help asking, "But why the sudden urge to completely remodel the place?"

It wasn't like they weren't living there comfortably before. Besides, it had only been three years since the last renovation.

She remembered clearly how much effort Elodie had put into that house back then.

guess I just wanted to clear out the things I never

the house she wanted to

years-three years that never

never really

her up instantly. “That's the spirit. You two do what you need, but make sure you come home for dinner when you get the chance. And

care of yourself too," Elodie

up, she sat quietly, staring at the date she'd circled on the calendar. Her marker

the person she used to

she obsessed over every little detail- choosing just the right tablecloth, the perfect vase. Sometimes she'd visit half a dozen stores just to find something that truly felt right, filling the place

the Harcourt family, where even her own

of belonging as a child that made her so desperate to protect and nurture her marriage

those hopes from years ago had gradually been smothered by a silence

her

more days, and the waiting period

over.

focusing on the next phase of