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.

voice turning quiet. "I guess I just wanted to clear

the

three years-three years that

really

wanting to settle down and build a real life with Jarrod. The idea cheered her up instantly. “That's the spirit. You two do what you need, but make

take care of yourself too," Elodie replied, her voice warm but

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

to the person she used to

she first decorated their home, 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 piece by piece until it finally felt

nothing like her life growing up with the Harcourt family, where even her own father

a child that made her so desperate to protect and nurture her marriage with

from years ago had gradually been smothered

set her pen

left-just twelve more days, and

over.

focusing on the next phase of