How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 506

Chapter 506

Selma looked pale, her face drained of color, but her expression remained dark and troubled.

Sylvie wasn't faring much better.

The day's events had spiraled so far out of control that she genuinely didn't know how to clean up the mess.

"I just don't get it. How did everything fall apart so suddenly...?”

Selma drew a shaky breath, her eyes rimmed red with frustration.

The reputation and standing she'd spent years building had crumbled in a single afternoon, and she simply couldn't accept it.

Elodie had shown up-not to support them, but to cause a scene.

And even the painting they'd gifted Patricia as a gesture of goodwill had turned into a knife pointed at their backs.

"What happened with that painting?" Sylvie's voice was colder than usual, the unfamiliar edge betraying her own turmoil. Maybe if she sounded detached, she could keep her emotions in check.

Selma squeezed her eyes shut. "I've always kept 'Extinction' close to me. Even you didn't know I had it. A while ago, I decided to put it away in the gallery, locked up and out of sight, since no one knew about it. But... somehow, Beverly ended up sorting through it."

She'd kept 'Extinction' in its own locked room.

She'd never even told Beverly to go near that door.

So how had Patricia just happened to stumble in there?

happened the one

"Why did you insist on keeping that painting? If you'd just

eyes flashing with something sharp. "Because

Selma's scholarship dreams had evaporated, and she'd

they'd started from the same place,

at her mother, sudden understanding

painting was her

it was dangerous, unable to let go of

some rest. I'll try to handle this." Sylvie

could Selma possibly rest

supposed to face the fallout? She would probably never regain her standing, maybe even

agony-like having her heart ripped

still couldn't comprehend

so careful, even telling Beverly explicitly never to

when she'd stored 'Extinction'

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and call Jarrod when Selma's phone, lying on the table, started to

at the screen-it was Faust, the director of the

saw the caller ID

frown,

"Mr. Faust?"

I interrupting?" Faust sounded

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