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.

someone’s gaze boring into

breath, I

doorway, stood a man gripping a bat,

I was mute with

This man…

cheek was marred by a large

was identical to the terror that gripped

me?” His voice was gravelly.

out – it was fear manifest,

16:16

He furrowed his brow, tossing aside the

could only stare, rigid with

same man who killed me. But he seemed to recognize me?

not right. I was now assuming Foebe’s

would he recognize me?

murmured, taking

to her friend Stella

just

standing, stiff as a board.

has been

body rigid with confusion.

he mean?

was the connection between Foebe and this man? What was I

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I guessed, trying to connect the dots to my collaboration