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.

you? That I did something to Phoebe before she passed. forced her to

silent, still

of her secrets. I really am Phoebe.” I explained, raising my

eyes began to well up, perhaps hoping against hope that I

death. The

cards with me,” Stella probed, watching me

account, and I’ve saved up ten grand in the other for Dexter and Melody’s wedding gift. Oh, and there’s our joint account for

once wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately,

Melody brought a flash of hatred to my eyes.

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accused of having work done. “Why would I need plastic surgery? No, I haven’t

answer. I took her to get eyelash extensions.” Stella countered with a dismissive

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

to flicker. “Which spa,

BeautySky Spa, I think? The salesperson kept complimenting me the moment walked in, saying how pretty I was and that I should get semi–permanent eyeliner or eyebrows so I wouldn’t need