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.

an accomplice, don’t you? That I did something to Phoebe before she passed. forced her to spill

still

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

eyes began to well up, perhaps hoping against

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

left some bank cards with me,” Stella probed, watching me carefully.

for the scholarship funds, another for my paycheck. There’s over thirty grand in the scholarship 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.

brought a flash of hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke

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Chapter 63

No naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work done. “Why

Stella countered with a dismissive wave of her

loss for words. “Stella, you’re counting eyelash extensions as plastic surgery? The eyelash extensions of that beauty salon you took me to weren’t even as long as my eyelashes! And because of that, my eyelashes

eyes began to flicker. “Which spa,

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 makeup anymore.”