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.

an outsider, it would be one thing, but with ‘Foebe‘ tied to the murderer,

to my side, taking my hand, his voice

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

to being Phoebe. And I sure as hell didn’t believe Colin was delusional enough. to think a soul could swap

be Phoebe!” His voice suddenly

against my will. It wasn’t that he recognized me as Phoebe; it was more

was using Foebe as a puppet,

he had been so compliant, so relaxed recently. To him, the current Foebe wasn’t a

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but a persona he

out of

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

I soothed, my shoulder throbbing, trying to shift the focus. “When did you

grip loosened, his voice turned

I pressed

orphanage,”

aback, staring

An orphanage?

he mean

Which orphanage?

hand to my temple, the pain making me crouch