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.

Serena is insisting on calling the cops? You’ve committed assault!” Dexter hauled me up from the floor and dragged me into

a

face, looking at Dexter,

head. “Dexter… it wasn’t me, it really

he didn’t believe

Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, I swear!” I was desperate. almost kneeling

wasn’t to be.

who said he saw you push Melody down the stairs! And

a chill

how could I be so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on my behalf?

was always them

you’re going to jail,”

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scared and indignant.

and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit by bit. I refused to let

to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at Dexter In terror, my

stood up, finding some unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee

once thought was heaven, only to

time.

but clean blanket,

the first time someone had given me a lollipop in the dark.