Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 63

“Do you believe in souls, Stella?” I asked, my gaze fixed on her, uncertain if she would take my claim seriously. “It’s me, Phoebe.”

Stella’s shock was palpable. She covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes darting around, searching for an explanation.

There was a long silence.

My story must have seemed far–fetched, even ludicrous.

“What are you trying to pull?” she finally asked, furrowing her brow, irritation creeping into her voice. “How could you know all that? Are you trying to impersonate Phoebe? Do you take me for a fool?”

Her wary eyes scrutinized me as if I were a suspect in a crime or an accomplice.

And who could blame her? If someone suddenly claimed to be your dearly departed friend, you’d be skeptical, too.

“Easy, easy.” I quickly said, gesturing for her to calm down.

Stella paused, her suspicion only growing. She must have been wondering how I knew so many intimate details about Phoebe.

before she passed. forced her

still on

ask me something. Something only you and Phoebe would know. She couldn’t have told all of her secrets. I really am Phoebe.” I explained, raising my hands

perhaps hoping against

life after death. The whole idea was straight out of a soap opera.

some bank cards with me,” Stella

I’ve saved up ten grand in the other for Dexter and

and Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, they

my eyes. Stella spoke again,

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accusation made me bristle. No naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work

took her to get eyelash extensions.” Stella countered with a dismissive wave of her

beauty salon you took me to weren’t even as long as my eyelashes! And because of that, my eyelashes fell

to flicker. “Which

Spa, I think? The salesperson kept complimenting me the moment walked in, saying how pretty I was and