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.

she passed. forced her to spill your secrets so I could

silent, still on guard.

She couldn’t have told all of her secrets.

eyes began to well up, perhaps hoping against hope that I was indeed Phoebe.

were both skeptics, non–believers in reincarnation or life after death. The whole idea was straight out of a soap

left some bank cards with me,” Stella probed,

funds, another for my paycheck. There’s over thirty grand in the scholarship account, and I’ve saved

wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime

a flash of hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke again, “Phoebe had some

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made me bristle. No naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work done. “Why would

extensions.” Stella countered

plastic surgery? The eyelash extensions of that beauty salon you took me to weren’t even as long as my eyelashes!

eyes began to flicker. “Which spa, where?”

salesperson kept complimenting me the moment walked in, saying how pretty