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.

floor and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe, have

become a murderer?”

Dexter,

head.

didn’t believe

Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t

it wasn’t to be.

you push Melody down the stairs! And you

sent a

naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on

always them

jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he

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was scared and

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

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

to push

ran from what I once thought was heaven, only to discover it was hell.

dark alleyway for a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly alone in that moment.

I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but

someone had given