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.

passed. forced her to spill your secrets so I could deceive you?” I voiced

still on guard.

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

perhaps hoping against

or life after death. The whole idea was

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

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

Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, they wanted me dead.

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

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of having work done. “Why would I

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

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

to flicker. “Which

me the moment walked in, saying how pretty I was