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 spill your secrets so I could deceive

remained silent, still on

She couldn’t have told all of her secrets. I

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

both skeptics, non–believers in reincarnation or life after death.

bank cards with me,” Stella

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

wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately, they wanted me

hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke again, “Phoebe had

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beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work done. “Why would I need plastic surgery? No,

her to get eyelash extensions.” Stella countered

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

flicker. “Which spa, where?”

kept complimenting me the moment walked in, saying how pretty I was and that I should get semi–permanent eyeliner