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.

did something to Phoebe before she passed. forced her

remained silent, still on

have told all of her secrets. I really am Phoebe.” I explained,

perhaps hoping against hope that I was

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

me,” Stella

There’s over thirty grand in the scholarship account, and I’ve saved

wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime of

a flash of hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke

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girl likes to be accused of having work done. “Why would I need plastic surgery? No, I haven’t had anything done.”

eyelash extensions.” Stella countered with a dismissive wave of

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 fell into my eye, and I

eyes began to flicker. “Which

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