Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 99

After leaving the Larson estate, I hailed a cab and made my way back to my childhood home

alone.

Ever since my parents died in that tragic car accident, debt had forced me to sell off all our properties except for this one old house. It was a haven of memories, all that remained of my life with Mom and Dad.

Stepping out of the taxi, I was greeted by the sight of a place I hadn’t seen in ages, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me.

I retrieved the key hidden beneath a flowerpot and stood motionless at the threshold for a long time before I could bring myself to unlock the door.

The house was quiet, filled with photographs of me and remnants of my parents‘ life.

It seemed as though nothing had changed, yet everything was different.

Sitting on the couch, I gazed at a painting on the wall, lost in a dreamlike reverie.

“Click—”

Suddenly, a faint noise came from behind me.

My body tensed instantly, every nerve on edge.

Was someone in my house?

I didn’t dare to turn around; instead, my hand slowly crept towards my phone, intending to call the police.

But it’s always the same in moments of sheer panic – fumbling and clumsy, it took an eternity to unlock the screen.

boring into

a sharp intake of breath, I spun around to face the

doorway, stood a man gripping a bat, his face dark

I was mute with terror.

This man…

a scowl that could freeze blood. His right cheek was marred by a large burn scar, and his fingers bore similar marks. His appearance was

felt was identical to the terror that

following me?” His voice

but no words came out – it was fear manifest, emanating

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brow, tossing aside the bat as

only stare, rigid with

same man who killed me. But he

I was now

would he

here,” I murmured, taking a

Stella recently, and she

sofa. “I’m just laying low here

standing, stiff as

your imitation has been quite successful,” he mocked dryly.

my body rigid

he

was the connection between Foebe and this man? What

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connect the dots