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.

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

become a

clutched my face, looking at Dexter, wishing he would believe

my tears, shaking my head.

he didn’t believe me.

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

it wasn’t to be.

was Hank who said he saw you push Melody down the

words sent a chill through me.

naive to think Hank would stand

start, it was always them

forgive you when she wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened to lock me up.

15.02

scared

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

jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at

finding some unknown courage to push him away and

I once thought was heaven, only to

a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly alone

me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left

wasn’t the first time someone had given me a lollipop in the