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.

she passed. forced her to spill your secrets so I could deceive

remained silent, still on

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

perhaps hoping

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

bank cards with me,”

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

wished Dexter and Melody a lifetime of happiness. Unfortunately,

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

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bristle. No naturally beautiful girl likes to be accused of having work done.

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

eyelash extensions of that beauty salon you took me to weren’t even as long as my

to flicker.

how pretty I was and that I should get semi–permanent eyeliner or eyebrows so I wouldn’t need makeup anymore.”