Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 144

Colin said Stella was one of the innocent ones.

That meant Colin had an inkling of who the real murderer was–one who didn’t kill the innocent. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a void of emptiness.

Not a soul in sight.

I scoured every room in the house, but it was as if the world had swallowed everyone whole.

“Bang!”

The bedroom erupted with noise once more, this time from the depths of the closet.

Exchanging a glance with Robin, we dashed over and flung open the closet door.

Stella was bound and gagged, a makeshift prison of hanging clothes and darkness.

Thankfully, her life wasn’t in danger; she was just a bit dehydrated.

“Stella!” Robin unwrapped her bindings and yanked the cloth from her mouth.

“That bastard… he’s warning us…” Stella’s voice was tinged with shock and panic before she slumped into Robin’s arms.

hospital!” Robin hoisted her up and bolted for the door.

chill raced up my spine. I whipped around, facing

scream pierced the air.

photo of me, taken when

noticing the switch.

they first walked in, lights flooding

his

place, my body refusing to move, as if rooted by fear.

called his colleagues, telling them to secure

blood,” I

over my eyes, the coppery scent of

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the photo was

is still nearby,” Colin’s voice was hoarse as he surveyed every corner of the room.

knew exactly when we’d come here, when we’d see this photo, A mind that brilliant would be lurking in the shadows, basking in

on the couch, telling me to watch over her, and followed Colin in their frantic

their vital signs. He’s got a mind for math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned

shoe cabinet, it shouldn’t fit an adult. But

filled the doorway. He had brought a

Colin was palpable. “This