Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I ignored Dexter’s calls and gripped Colin’s hand, eager to get home.

“Phoebe Caldwell,” Dexter’s voice was tinged with urgency as he said my name.

“Dexter, stop scaring me. She’s not Phoebe; just looks a bit like her.” Hailey interjected with a pale face, pressing down on Dexter to keep him from getting up, “Your wound is deep; don’t move around.”

Melody was looking at me with teary eyes and a challenging gaze, as if to say she had won the bet once again.

At least heaven had mercy: Dexter had come around. If Dexter agreed to marry her, Melody wouldn’t need to go through the trouble of connecting with that mysterious guy from All–Stars Consortium.

“Dexter, I’m so glad you’re awake. I thought…” Melody broke down in tears, “I was ready to follow you into the beyond, but thankfully Hailey found me in time.”

Dexter’s eyes were fixed on me all along, as if he had a million things to say.

Melody saw no response from Dexter, her eyes reddening even more.

“Dexter, it’s good you’re awake. Take your time to heal, and when you’re better, treat Melody right,” Hailey sighed.

I walked to the door, and looked back at Dexter one last time. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

His gaze was on me all the time; I snorted, and then left with my hand holding Colin’s.

“Don’t look back at him.” Colin was clearly upset, gripping my hand a little tighter.

“He’s blind,” Colin muttered under his breath about Dexter.

I nodded and gave Colin a smile, “I agree with you.”

Stella trailed behind Robin, who seemed out of sorts, clearly disturbed by something. Probably the words of that genius Finn had gotten to him.

“Your heart can’t be that fragile, can it?” Stella asked softly.

Robin didn’t respond.

“Fragile as glass.” Stella sighed and kept talking to Robin, “Robin, don’t listen to that so–called genius; he’s nuts. To me, he looks more like a mobster.”

I smiled, watching Stella comforting Robin. Stella and I met after my parents passed, and I transferred to Dexter’s high school. We promised each other to get in the same university; she was into medicine, and I preferred math, although unluckily, without Colin’s innate talent, I settled for a more mainstream major.

Stella was a good soul, like me, with few friends; we only really had each other. Her family

issues had made her introverted, often lost in thought alone. We clicked and complemented each other perfectly.

Sometimes I thought that friendship might be the most sincere relationship because it was not about blood; it was just about genuinely liking each other.

During my most helpless times, it was always Stella by my side, helping and supporting me, sharing tears and laughter with no conditions. Even after my death, she tirelessly sought the

truth.

“Take care of Officer Robin.” I called out to Stella, waving my hand as Eric approached.

Seeing Eric, Stella nodded and hopped into Robin’s car. With a rev of the engine, she reversed and sped off with him.

Standing at the curb. I witnessed Robin’s face, which was a picture of shock. I remembered when Stella and I got our driving licenses back in high school, joking about being reckless once. we hit the streets.

“Mr. and Mrs. Langley,” Eric said as he opened the car door, gesturing for us

“The police finished taking the statements?” I asked.

to get in.

Eric nodded, “We did fund Dorian, but we had no idea about his involvement in the murder.”

I didn’t push further and got into the car. On the way, my mind was preoccupied with the note Finn had given me. He wanted to meet me tomorrow at noon, insisting I keep it from Colin.

Finn was a cop, so meeting him shouldn’t pose any danger.

But why the secrecy?

He said he’d take me somewhere.