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.

Detective Waldron had said, this case was different. The procedures

Elodie's own

Even the older matriarch and the rest of the Silverstein family had caught wind of the news, despite living most of the year abroad. Calls came in, one

a meeting when

"Grandma?” she answered.

why have you never told me about your past? I heard about your competition from

of water and listened quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as her grandmother's

both wonderful news. It calls

home for dinner

since our family sat down together. And I

so happy,

The marital home?

She was about to refuse; that place had nothing to do

sorry, Grandma, I have to work late tonight." She came up

grandmother sighed, 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

her grandmother was already

truth. Drumming her fingers on

didn't think much of

Elodie called Jarrod.

after a few rings. Elodie got straight to the point:

Garden tonight.

to him and Sylvie now. He should

fading as Jarrod composed himself.