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.

to Phoebe before she passed. forced

still

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

up, perhaps hoping against hope that I was

we were both skeptics, non–believers in reincarnation or life after death. The whole idea was straight out of a soap opera.

me,” Stella

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

had once wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime

Dexter and Melody brought a flash of hatred to my eyes. Stella spoke again, “Phoebe had some cosmetic work done. What was

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No naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having

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

you’re counting eyelash extensions as plastic surgery? The eyelash extensions of that beauty salon you took me to

flicker.

The salesperson kept complimenting me the moment walked in, saying how pretty I was and