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 sure if it was

left, no one

how did she pull the wool over Richard's eyes

yesterday, Max had stayed at the

capriciously refused his dinner invitation; he already had

changed for a moment but quickly returned to a knowledgeable and graceful smile.

been praising me

him, and he blushed

and extended her hand, but I didn't

a smile, raising an eyebrow at me, "Ms.

pathologist's hands are

own doing, she still

pathologist, making her

it off. "Dr. Hilton, your student is so interesting. If she knew you're also in forensic pathology and have handled countless bodies, would she

QUMS

and with a sharp glance at her, she

I took it, my

hands aren't

the hospital calls

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