Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Max didn't even ask why I didn't answer the door last night. Nor did he push me away now that we were this close.

What was he after? According to Claude, who would want someone like me?

Maybe it was because I gave him a piece of candy when we were kids.

That would be just like his obsessive nature.

"Next time there's a case with charred bodies, can you take me along? It's just so sad, all these victims are pregnant women who were just starting to show," I said, changing the subject.

"Now." His car was already parked outside the apartment building. As we stepped out, he opened the door for me and asked, "Wanna go?"

My lips curved into a smile as I got into the car with him.

Changing his aloof nature would probably take a blazing passion.

But when we got to the detective squad, I found out there was a new forensic pathologist, Tracey, who had just returned from studying abroad.

I sized up Tracey. She was different from Kate, petite and even shorter than me by half a head.

Her skin was tanned, but her gaze was sharp. I didn't remember much about her from when we were kids.

someone who loved to hit me. I wasn't

left, no one

she pull the wool over Richard's eyes to make him so hopelessly devoted

at the detective squad to

didn't insist when I capriciously refused his dinner invitation; he already had

saw me come in with Max, her expression changed for a moment but quickly returned to a knowledgeable and graceful smile. "This must be Dr.

been praising me

and he blushed

over and extended her hand, but

smile, raising an eyebrow at me, "Ms. Floyd, social

think a forensic pathologist's hands are kind

her own doing, she still played the role

forensic pathologist, making her hands dirtier

"Dr. Hilton, your student is so interesting. If she

QUMS

and with a sharp glance at her,

a toolkit, but as I took it, my fingers brushed against his intentionally, making him

teacher's hands

the hospital calls

'Grim Reaper'; if he says you won't die, then