How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue novel Chapter 218

Grandma didn’t catch any hint of emotion in Elodie’s voice; she sounded as calm as ever.

With her usual concern, Grandma asked, “I was hoping you and Jarrod would come home for a while. Is the new place all settled in? Do you need me to arrange someone to come help out?”

Jarrod owned more than a few properties, and they always just picked whichever suited them at the moment. If needed, Grandma could easily send someone over to help tidy things up.

But with both of them so busy, it was no surprise the kitchen rarely saw any real use.

Elodie answered gently, “No need, Grandma. We’ve got everything under control.”

“That’s good, then,” Grandma replied, but she couldn’t help asking, “But why the sudden urge to completely remodel the place?”

It wasn’t like they weren’t living there comfortably before. Besides, it had only been three years since the last renovation.

She remembered clearly how much effort Elodie had put into that house back then.

Elodie lowered her eyes, her voice turning quiet. “I guess I just wanted to clear out the things I never really liked from before. It’s time for a fresh start.”

But it wasn’t just the house she wanted to change.

It was those three years—three years that never truly felt like hers.

As if she’d never really existed there at all.

Grandma didn’t catch the undertone, instinctively thinking that Elodie was talking about wanting to settle down and build a real life with Jarrod. The idea cheered her up instantly. “That’s the spirit. You two do what you need, but make sure you come home for dinner when you get the chance. And don’t work yourself too hard.”

“I know, Grandma. Please take care of yourself too,” Elodie replied, her voice warm but distant.

After hanging up, she sat quietly, staring at the date she’d circled on the calendar. Her marker tapped lightly against that spot.

She thought back to the person she used to be.