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.

I remember someone who loved to hit me. I wasn't

no one hit me

the wool over Richard's eyes to make him

at the detective

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

but quickly returned to a knowledgeable and graceful smile. "This must be Dr. Hilton's student, Ms. Floyd, that he couldn't stop praising yesterday,

had been

and he blushed slightly before

over and extended her

smile, raising an eyebrow at

a forensic pathologist's

everything being her own doing, she still played

forensic pathologist, making her

then laughed it off. "Dr. Hilton, your student is so interesting. If she knew you're also

QUMS

and with a sharp glance at her, she immediately fell

a toolkit, but as I took it,

teacher's hands aren't

the hospital

if he says you won't die,