Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 101

“You know who the murderer is, don’t you?” I asked, gripping Colin’s hand tighter, a wave of agitation rising in my voice. “Tell me who he is.”

Panic flickered in Colin’s eyes like a deer caught in headlights, and he turned away from me. “I don’t know.”

“You do know!” I pressed, my own frustration mounting. Why wouldn’t he just say it?

Colin kept walking ahead, evasive, refusing to reveal the identity of the murderer.

I trailed behind him, firing question after question. But no matter how much I prodded, he wouldn’t budo

I thought about calling the cops, about spilling everything to Robin and Stella, but as far as anyone was concerned, I was Foebe now, not Phoebe. My words wouldn’t carry any weight.

Besides, the little interaction I had with the murderer suggested some kind of past dealings between him and Foebe.

Without clarity, a hasty move on my part could spook the murderer, and I’d find myself entangled in dangers untold.

I rubbed my temples, feeling irritable.

Things were getting more convoluted by the minute.

Too complex for me to stay calm and think straight.

thing, but with ‘Foebe‘ tied to the murderer, diving in headfirst could jeopardize the

Colin suddenly came over to my side, taking my hand, his voice a soothing balm amid my inner

my hand away. “You’re calling for Phoebe, aren’t you?

didn’t believe Colin was

Phoebe!” His voice suddenly spiked, hands

It was as if… as if he was molding me into Phoebe against my

using Foebe as a puppet, a stand–in to avoid facing

compliant, so relaxed recently. To him,

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persona he crafted.

was definitely out of

to be Phoebe; you can only be Phoebe… if you’re not, I’ll kill you.” He was still raving.

trying to shift the focus.

Colin’s grip

I pressed on.

an orphanage,” he

was taken aback, staring at him

An orphanage?

did he mean by

Which orphanage?

gripped me, and I brought a hand to my temple, the pain making me