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.

lowered her eyes, her voice turning quiet. "I guess I just wanted to clear out the things I

wasn't just the house she wanted

years

if she'd never really existed there at

didn't catch the undertone, instinctively thinking that Elodie was talking about 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 sure you come home

yourself too,"

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

back to the person she used to

Sometimes she'd visit half a dozen stores just to find something that truly felt right, filling the

growing up with the Harcourt family, where even

belonging as a child that made her so desperate to

years ago had gradually been smothered

set her

twelve more days, and

over.

her computer, focusing on the next phase of the