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

still on guard.

only you and Phoebe would know. She couldn’t have told all of her secrets. I really

well up, perhaps hoping

life after death. The whole

some bank cards with me,” Stella probed,

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

Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, they

eyes. Stella spoke again, “Phoebe had some cosmetic work done. What

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having work

extensions.” Stella countered with a dismissive wave of her hand.

me to weren’t even as long as my eyelashes! And

eyes began to flicker.

in, saying how pretty I was and that I should get semi–permanent eyeliner or eyebrows so I