How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Chapter 572

When she got back in the car, the call still wouldn't go through.

Sylvie stared at the phone screen for what felt like ages. Something inside her- some certainty was beginning to unravel. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and though cold sweat broke out across her brow, she kept trying to dial.

Maybe... maybe he just hadn't seen it yet?

She tried again. And again. The same endless cycle.

No answer. Not even a hint that he meant to pick up.

Bit by bit, the color drained from Sylvie's face. All at once, she hurled the phone onto the passenger seat, then slumped forward, resting her head against the steering wheel.

She stayed like that for a long time.

Her mind was a tangled mess. Everything she'd believed in was crumbling, but she still refused to accept it.

What was Elodie really after in all this? Her only gain was drawing Jarrod's attention, clinging to him with that new identity-whatever it took to keep him close. Chances were, Jarrod was already caught in her web.

Just like her mother had warned.

Elodie was even more shameless than Sylvie had imagined.

Eventually, Sylvie managed to compose herself. She hadn't wanted to bother Jarrod before, but now it was clear-some things couldn't be left alone any longer.

Elodie, meanwhile, knew nothing of Sylvie's situation. She only knew that, as one of the alleged victims, she'd have to cooperate with the ongoing investigation.

said, this case was different. The procedures would be thorough,

Elodie's own

starting to get around. Even the older matriarch and the rest of the Silverstein family had caught wind of

a

"Grandma?” she answered.

to hide it. "Darling, why have you never told me about your past? I heard about your competition from your great-aunt,

herself a glass of water and listened quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips

news. It calls for a celebration!" her grandmother declared

home for dinner

myself. It's been ages since our family sat down together. And I just had some

sounded so happy, full of

The marital home?

about to refuse; that place had nothing to do with her anymore. It was Jarrod's space now,

work late

clearly worried about her working too hard, but pressed gently, "Just take the evening off for once, sweetheart. I'm already here in town. Won't you come by after

expected that her grandmother was

family the truth. Drumming her fingers

much of it and

Elodie called Jarrod.

after a few rings. Elodie

to Moonlight Garden tonight. Can

and Sylvie now. He should

background noise fading as Jarrod composed himself. "What time do you finish work?