Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 45

Another victim had surfaced, and the revelation sent me reeling to my feet.

That lunatic, how could he have taken so many lives?

All those girls who were adopted from the orphanage were brutally murdered, one by one…

What was the reason behind this madness?

That maniac had dumped all the bodies from the orphanage, but kept mine. What was he planning to do with my body?

Did he realize he had killed the wrong person? Or was it something else….

“We’ve caught Colin,” the officer reported, his breath shaky and his voice hoarse. “He didn’t run. He just stood there and let us take him.”

“This time, on the body… we found…” He trailed off, struggling to continue.

“What did you find?” Robin demanded, the urgency clear in his voice.

The young officer shot a wary glance at Stella, debating whether to share the gruesome details. Stella was already trembling, her breathing faint. “Just… tell us.”

“The eyes…” the officer took a deep breath. “The forensic expert examined and said the eyes in the victim’s sockets were placed there post–mortem. They don’t belong to the victim. We suspect… they might be Phoebe’s.”

Stella collapsed to the ground, her face ashen.

The eyes…

Had Colin taken my eyes?

I was terrified, my whole body shaking.

trying to accomplish?

he

cried out uncontrollably, sinking

Such brutality.

deep breath. “Take care of

let Stella go to the scene. She couldn’t handle that

sure until the tests are done. Don’t worry.” Robin said,

side, sharing in her

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sorry. I’m gone and

that if neither of us found someone

in some

Now, that’s impossible.

Robin returned quickly.

medical examiner was still working. These things

time.

news, arrived looking even

it… I just

refused to accept that those eyes in the corpse could be mine, but the autopsy results slapped him with

were my eyes.

other officers were convinced I had been murdered. Even Stella sat dejected on the floor, no longer resisting the truth. She believed I was dead.

if he’d heard some sick joke,

to confront him or to slap some

person left for the killer to target is probably

bloodshot. “Fine, I’ll wait for

use Melody as bait now? Too bad, it’s too late,” Robin said meaningfully, shaking his head. “People only realize what’s

his fists tightly,