Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 140

My soul quaked with a deep–rooted fear of the orphanage, I was terrified because it was here that I had died.

Thankfully, when Eric took me, we went to the residential wing on the eastern side of the orphanage.

“Maybe the murderer just wanted to scare Colin and Carter, but they didn’t anticipate the fire getting out of hand. The whole dormitory was engulfed. That year, nineteen kids died in the orphanage. Nineteen, apart from Colin and Carter, mostly little seven or eight–year–olds.”

I knew that Colin and Carter were just back for some annual celebration, a coming–of–age ceremony for the kids around their age who had been adopted out.

And those who perished were the ones left behind, the ones never chosen by a family. Such innocent lives were lost.

“We found him in a room choked with thick smoke, gasping for air.” Eric pushed open the charred door; its hinges creaked in protest.

I stood rigid at the doorway, trembling uncontrollably with fear I couldn’t explain.

The room was sparse, beds reduced to mere frames, walls blackened by the heavy smoke.

these years, the claw marks of

of a primal struggle to survive.

my mouth as I crouched on the floor, my stomach churning

couldn’t begin to imagine the agony and despair Colin and Carter

for help, the futile struggle against a door that wouldn’t budge,

silently of their final, desperate

them sooner?” I choked out, my heart sinking into that pit of despair. “That day, the Langley family faced a great tragedy as well. On the day of the orphanage fire, Mr. Ethan, Mr. Brendan’s most favored son and heir to the Langley Group, died in a car accident along with his wife and another son. Mr. Brendan was lost in grief, and the Langley

in a frenzy, Insisted on returning to the orphanage,

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he wouldn’t leave. It was just post–traumatic stress, which, with patient guidance and support from his family, he might

gone

might bring to the Langley

my

he really locked away in a mental