How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Elodie was right-he had no intention of letting the Harcourt family off easy. In fact, if things were going to burn, he didn't mind stoking the flames himself.

Elodie ended up coming to the townhouse after all.

As soon as she stepped inside, Cara hurried toward her, relief and worry written all over her face. Clearly, she'd been holding it in for some time. "Mrs. Silverstein, could you go check on Mr. Silverstein? He doesn't want me to say anything to you, but honestly, he's not been himself lately. Even when I stay overnight, I'll sometimes get up in the middle of the night and still find him in the study, wide awake. No one can keep going like that. Yesterday, he came home and went straight to bed sick. He's taken some medicine, but today he's no better."

She shook her head, still mystified by his stubbornness. "He won't let me call you. I suggested you come to keep him company, and he refused. Said he'd be fine in

a bit. But wouldn't it do him more good to have you here?"

"I'll go up and see him," Elodie said quietly. She already had a feeling why Jarrod had fallen ill.

He'd been running himself ragged for weeks-taking on every worry, big and small, shouldering all the responsibilities, and then her illness on top of it all. She'd noticed before that he hadn't really rested.

Cara brightened. "Wait just a second, ma'am. I made some soup. Could you take

it up for him? He needs something warm if he's going to get better."

up the staircase and

bowl and

the nursery, Elodie's

The door was open.

couldn't help but notice the

new toys in the crib, and

delicate patterns, the unmistakable style for a little

Elodie's heart clenched.

able to pick out things

Now...

this?"

just last week, I think, that noticed. Mr. Silverstein asked me to keep the room clean everyday. Looks like he's really looking forward

and careful he'd been, unwrapping and washing each tiny

Mr. Silverstein

house, she thought, was built

never said whether he wanted a son or a daughter, but judging by all these little things, he'd been quietly preparing for a girl. It had been a long time