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.

to hit me.

left, no

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

at the detective squad

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

a moment but quickly returned to a

been

at him, and he blushed slightly

over and extended her hand, but I didn't shake

a smile, raising an eyebrow at me,

think a forensic pathologist's hands are

insinuating that despite everything being her own doing, she

making her hands

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

QUMS

cold, and with a sharp glance at her,

he handed me a toolkit, but as I took it, my fingers brushed against his intentionally,

teacher's hands

at the hospital

says you won't die, then you