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.

I did something to Phoebe before she passed. forced her to spill your secrets so I could deceive you?” I

still on guard.

couldn’t have told all of her secrets. I really am Phoebe.” I explained, raising my hands in a gesture of

up, perhaps hoping against hope that I was indeed Phoebe.

non–believers in reincarnation or life after death. The whole

some bank cards with me,”

account, and I’ve saved up ten grand in the

Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, they wanted

Melody brought a flash of hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke again, “Phoebe

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Chapter 63

naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work done.

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

extensions of that beauty salon you took me to

to flicker. “Which

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