Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived, and they took Melody away.

I watched as Dexter cradled Melody in his arms, anxiety etched on his face, while he shot me at vicious glare.

Everyone there backed up Melody’s story, saying it was me who pushed her down the stairs. Even the Fitzgerald family’s housekeeper took their side.

In that moment, I felt lost in a fog, even doubting myself.

Had I actually… pushed her?

I had fallen into a trap of my own making. I didn’t know how to explain. Explaining felt wrong. but so did staying silent.

I curled up at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Dexter returned.

With teary eyes, I stood up and choked out, “Dexter… it wasn’t me.”

“Slap!” His hand struck my face, and my ear rang with the force of it. My nose bled, my hearing muffled–my eardrum must have burst.

He had put all his strength into that slap.

have any idea Serena is insisting on calling the cops? You’ve committed assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe, have I

a murderer?”

looking at Dexter, wishing he

head. “Dexter… it

he didn’t

I didn’t

it wasn’t to be.

Melody down the stairs! And you still deny

a chill through me.

Hank would stand up for truth and justice

the start, it was always them spreading

doesn’t forgive you when she wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice

15.02

scared

had achieved was earned bit by bit.

won’t go to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at Dexter

I stood up, finding some unknown courage to push him

thought was heaven, only to discover it was hell.

long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly alone in

remember when I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but spotless cup of cocoa and a lollipop beside me.

time someone had given me