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.

into the study. “Phoebe, have I spoiled you

a murderer?”

clutched my face, looking at Dexter, wishing he would

head. “Dexter…

he didn’t believe me.

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

it wasn’t

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

a

I be so naive to think Hank would stand up for

it was always them spreading rumors,

up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold

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was scared and

I worked hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit by bit.

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

unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee the

from what I once thought was

long time.

a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but spotless cup of cocoa

time someone had given me a