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Chapter 50 EPILOGUE

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EPILOGUE

The funeral for Emma Ashford was held on a Thursday in late spring, and the chapel was overflowing.

Stella stood at the podium looking at the crowd and felt overwhelmed by how many lives her mother had touched.

"My mother would have hated this," Stella started, and heard quiet laughter ripple through the room. "She would have said it was too much fuss for one old woman. But Emma Ashford was never just one old woman."

She paused, looking at her notes.

"Sixty-five years ago my mother was
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  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 50 EPILOGUE

    EPILOGUEThe funeral for Emma Ashford was held on a Thursday in late spring, and the chapel was overflowing.Stella stood at the podium looking at the crowd and felt overwhelmed by how many lives her mother had touched."My mother would have hated this," Stella started, and heard quiet laughter ripple through the room. "She would have said it was too much fuss for one old woman. But Emma Ashford was never just one old woman."She paused, looking at her notes."Sixty-five years ago my mother was forced into a situation she didn't want. Her father's will required her to live with a stepbrother she'd never met and barely tolerated. Most people would have done the bare minimum and walked away as soon as the requirement was met.""But my mother wasn't most people. She saw an opportunity where others saw obligation. She built a partnership where others saw competition. She chose love where others would have chosen resentment."Stella looked at James and Catherine in the front row, both cryi

  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 49

    EMMAAt eighty-seven I was ready to die but my body hadn't gotten the message."You're in remarkably good health for your age," my doctor said during a checkup."That's disappointing," I said. "I was hoping you'd tell me I had six months left.""Not even close," the doctor said, laughing. "You could easily make it to ninety.""Great," I said flatly. "Three more years of this."But the years kept passing and I kept waking up every morning, and I figured I might as well make the most of it.Catherine and Sarah had a daughter via surrogate, and becoming a great-grandmother at eighty-eight felt absurd."Her name is Emma," Catherine said, showing me the baby through video call. "After you.""You named your daughter after an old woman with Parkinson's?" I asked."We named our daughter after someone strong who survived everything life threw at her," Catherine corrected. "That's you."Little Emma was perfect and watching Catherine navigate new parenthood made me remember when she'd been born

  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 48

    EMMAAt eighty-two I was diagnosed with early-stage Parkinson's and spent an entire day laughing at the irony."Of course," I told my doctor. "Of course I get a degenerative disease after watching my husband die from one.""It's manageable with medication," the doctor assured me. "And we caught it early.""That's what they said about Adrian's dementia," I pointed out. "And look how that turned out."But I started the medications and joined a support group and tried to accept that my body was betraying me the same way Adrian's mind had betrayed him."At least I'll remember everyone while I'm dying," I told Catherine during a phone call. "That's better than what your father got.""Mom, you're not dying," Catherine said. "You're managing a chronic condition.""Same thing, just slower," I said.The tremors started small but grew more noticeable over the next year, and I had to give up pottery because my hands wouldn't cooperate anymore."That's frustrating," I told my pottery instructor o

  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 47

    EMMAAdrian died on a Tuesday morning in April with me holding his hand and Catherine sitting on the other side of his bed.He'd been unresponsive for three days and the hospice nurse said it would be soon, but I still wasn't prepared when his breathing changed and then stopped."He's gone," the nurse said softly, checking for a pulse.I sat there holding his hand and felt nothing, not grief or relief or anything except empty."Mom," Catherine said, crying. "Mom, you should let go now."I looked down at Adrian's hand in mine and realized I'd been holding it so tight my knuckles were white."I don't know how," I said."Just open your hand," Catherine said gently. "One finger at a time."I did and watched my hand fall away from his, and that's when it hit me that he was really gone.The funeral was larger than expected because people from every phase of our life showed up to pay respects.Former foundation employees, clients we'd worked with decades ago, people whose lives Adrian had to

  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 46

    EMMAThe day Adrian forgot who I was started like any other morning.I brought him coffee and he looked at me with confusion instead of recognition, and I felt my heart break."Who are you?" Adrian asked, not hostile but genuinely uncertain."I'm Emma," I said, keeping my voice steady. "Your wife.""I don't have a wife," Adrian said, still confused. "I'm not married.""We've been married for forty years," I said, sitting beside him carefully. "We have three children together."Adrian looked at me like I was lying, and I pulled out my phone to show him photos."This is us at our wedding," I said, showing him the picture. "And this is Stella, and James, and Catherine.""I don't remember any of this," Adrian said, and I heard panic in his voice now. "Why don't I remember?""Because you're sick," I explained gently, like I'd explained a hundred times before. "You have Alzheimer's and sometimes your memory doesn't work right.""That's not possible," Adrian said. "I'm not old enough for Alz

  • Snow In Sin   Chapter 45

    ADRIANAt sixty-seven I started forgetting small things, where I'd put my keys, what I'd had for breakfast, the name of our neighbor we'd known for years."It's normal aging," I told Emma when she noticed."Or it's something else," Emma said. "You should see a doctor.""I'm not going to the doctor for normal forgetfulness," I said."Adrian, you forgot Catherine's parent-teacher conference last week," Emma said. "That's not normal."I went to the doctor reluctantly and after a series of tests and cognitive assessments, they told me what I'd been afraid to hear."Early stage dementia," the neurologist said. "Probably Alzheimer's based on the progression patterns we're seeing."Emma's hand found mine and squeezed hard."How early?" I asked."Early enough that you're still functioning normally most of the time," the doctor explained. "But we're seeing definite cognitive decline that will progress over the next several years.""How many years?" Emma asked, her voice shaking."It varies by

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