Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 21

Slumped in the interrogation chair, I watched Robin meticulously sort through his notes with a feeling of defeat.

“It’s not true…” My voice was hoarse as I tried to explain, clinging to the last shreds of hope that seemed ready to dissolve into nothing.

I desperately wanted the police to see the real Melody, to clear my name, so that I could rest easy even in death.

But now, it seemed the truth would forever remain hidden. And my body would likely never be found.

*Officer Robin, she’s a con artist, a liar,” I murmured, my voice rough with desperation.

Why wouldn’t they believe me?

Why did no one want to believe me?

Why did everyone choose to believe Melody’s words?

“Robin, we’ve talked to a lot of folks, all who knew Phoebe, and not a single one had a good word to say about her. Seems this lady was really not well–liked,” a young cop entered the room, clearly siding with Melody. “But Melody, she seems kind–hearted. She didn’t report or press charges even after nearly dying from being pushed down the stairs. She even gave her a chance.”

Robin was still sorting through the paperwork, his pen pausing for a moment, “What we hear, what we see, it isn’t always the truth.”

“So what is the truth?” Cory asked, puzzled.

“Evidence.” Robin pointed to the paperwork. “I only trust evidence.”

Human nature could be so fickle; only evidence was conclusive.

I looked at Robin, feeling increasingly hopeless.

no one would

walked in with a grim look on her face, “Robin, Colin’s medical report is in… There are scars from electrocution, all old wounds. Clearly, he’s been abused for a

furrowed as he took the

report: the scars from electrocution, burn marks, and the savage wounds from a whip that had healed over time

lunatic. He’s covered in scars except for his face. Maybe some sicko at the orphanage did something because he is good–looking and a bit slow.” The

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angrily. “These sick bastards.”

while before speaking. “This case isn’t related to him, and he has a history of

understood Robin’s intent; they were going

due to his mental disease. If he hurts someone

because he’s

He’s a murderer!

through so much unfairness, he’s still a murderer! That’s not an excuse

control and harm someone before he attacked Kyle?” Robin asked.

“No,

old orphanage

Robin didn’t think Colin had

the interrogation room in frustration,

free right before his eyes. Because of his kindness, more innocent girls might suffer.

police

the coldness when I stood in the wind.

was a bone–chilling sensation.

in the cold air,

between day and night was stark. Colin was