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?

days, had this happened the

together, glancing at Selma. "Why did you insist on keeping that painting? If you'd

eyes flashing with something sharp. "Because I had to prove I was better than

Winifred had outshone her with 'Dwelling' and 'Extinction'. Selma's scholarship dreams had evaporated, and she'd never managed to catch up to Winifred-the

they'd started from the same

at her mother,

was her demon,

it was dangerous, unable to let go of the injustice of

get some rest. I'll try to handle this." Sylvie didn't

Selma

fallout? She would probably never regain her standing, maybe even be

thought was agony-like having

still couldn't comprehend

telling Beverly explicitly never to

when she'd stored 'Extinction'

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up and call Jarrod when Selma's

was Faust, the director

the caller ID

a frown,

"Mr. Faust?"

Faust sounded as calm and polite

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