Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Robin flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can, looking over his shoulder with a sense of urgency. “Phoebe’s cell phone is banged up, but it ain’t beyond repair. Just needs some time, and we’ll see what we can salvage.”

He turned to leave but then paused, shooting a piercing glance at Dexter. “If your hesitance and cover– up lead to Phoebe’s death or something even more horrendous, you’ll be just as much a murderer. And even if the law doesn’t get you, your conscience will shackle you for life.”

Dexter stood there, numb, the fatigue written all over his face.

I gave him one last look before walking away, knowing I couldn’t turn back.

I had no idea when my soul would fade away, when I’d truly die, or why I was even in this state to begin with. All I could do was wait. Wait for my body to be found, for the truth to come to light, for my remains to be cremated and laid to rest in the earth.

Maybe then, I’d find my peace.

“Robin! That nutjob Colin’s vanished! We were all combing the scene, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.”

Robin’s brow furrowed as he climbed into his car. “Find him. Keep an eye on him. He’s got to know something.”

He was convinced that Colin held some secrets.

As I got into Robin’s car, I glanced at the photograph in his hand. It was the one Colin had found at the orphanage, showing a little girl in a red dress. In the photo, Colin stood out like a sore thumb, his good

looks impossible to miss.

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him.

Colin stood like a protective older brother.

Robin studied the photo gravely. “Colin…”

“Jason, can we track down all the people from this orphanage photo?” Robin dialed one of his

men.

“A few years back, the orphanage caught fire. It was the director who found out his misdeeds were about to be exposed. He tried to burn all the evidence, including the kids. Aside from the girls in red dresses who were adopted, only Colin survived. They say Colin used to be a genius. not the fool he is now. That changed after the fire.”

Robin looked at the children in the photo.

All dead except for Colin.

“He’s the killer. He’s on a spree, knocking off everyone from the orphanage. This guy’s

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dangerous. Either he’s got a split personality or he’s a master of disguise,” I tried to warn Robin.

He couldn’t hear me, but he was starting to suspect Colin too.

“Keep tabs on Colin. We have to find him!”

Relief washed over me as I saw Robin’s suspicion.

Robin had just ended the call when his phone rang again. It was that forensic expert.

“Robin! Stella’s gone missing. She might be going after Melody. Are you at the hotel?”

Robin paused, instinctively looking towards the hotel.

My gaze followed, fixating on the hotel’s entrance.

Was Stella coming for Melody?

Robin quickly got out of the car and headed for the hotel.

I followed, anxious.

In the hotel corridor.

Melody slumped into Dexter’s arms, her face pale and drained.

Stella stood at the doorway, not raging but speaking softly, “Please, help me save Phoebe.”

For Phoebe’s sake, she had to ask Melody for help.

“I’m sorry…” Melody sobbed, burying her face in Dexter’s chest.

Dexter

ter was getting angry. “Stella, stop being crazy. Melody’s upset, and you’re making it

worse.”

Stella’s eyes blazed as she stared at Dexter. “You really are the worst.”

Dexter fell silent, not responding.

“You don’t have to go, just lend me your red dress.”

Stella was asking for Melody’s red dress.

I had been wearing Melody’s red dress before the incident.

Melody was taken aback, looking at Stella. “You’re insane. That’s about the killer.”

“What’s so great about Phoebe that you’d go this far for her…” Melody murmured, as if she couldn’t comprehend or believe it.

“Do you even deserve to hear about her goodness?” Stella snapped back coldly, clenching her fists. “Melody, you better pray Phoebe’s trouble has nothing to do with you. Otherwise, I’ll never let you off the hook.”

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I stood not far away, sighing. It was she who had lured me to my doom.

“Stella, don’t push it.” Dexter said, guarding Melody protectively.

“Miss Melody, just do as she says. If you won’t step in, at least lend us the dress,” Robin intervened after listening for a while, quickly approaching the scene.

In the end, you could tell the good from the bad.

Melody was stalling, unwilling to step forward to save me.