Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

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Eric peered warily down the alley’s end. “Who’s there?”

Startled, I spun around to hide but was swiftly muffled and dragged into a nearby shop. “I told you, you’ll regret tailing Caleb,” the voice behind me was unmistakably Dexter’s.

1 paused, furrowing my brows as I eyed him with suspicion. “Mr. Fitzgerald, got time to kill?”

“Just happened to be passing by,” Dexter quipped, reaching for a mango–flavored lollipop from the store’s shelf for me.

He must have mistaken me for Phoebe. He knew Phoebe was prone to sugar lows, hence the lollipop.

But it was laughable, really. He didn’t even know Phoebe was allergic to mangoes.

“Who do you think I am?” I asked, voice heavy with caution.

Dexter remained silent.

I scoffed. “Don’t you know Phoebe Caldwell is allergic to mangoes?”

I made no move to take the lollipop from him, looking to leave instead.

Dexter, frozen, suddenly moved to grab my wrist. “I told you to divorce Caleb for your own good.”

With an air of urgency, he pulled me into his car.

Soon after, Eric emerged and got into his vehicle.

Dexter drove off, tailing Eric’s car.

“The Langleys have always cleaned up after Caleb. He’s been a troublemaker for years, and it’s always Eric who sorts it out. His meeting with today is just more of the same,” Dexter said with a heavy tone. “Since

her house keys

must consider you her best friend. I can’t let anything happen to

the sarcasm biting. “Protect me? What are we to each other, Mr. Fitzgerald? Phoebe grew up with you, and you couldn’t protect her. Now, you

how grateful

grip on the steering wheel tightened, and his knuckles

you so much. How could you be so cruel to

just driving and following

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a lowered voice.

I didn’t catch that.

someone else. She was with me out of gratitude, though

shock and anger overtook

he was still

even

freedom yet keep her close. I knew she’d leave eventually…” His voice trailed

found Dexter’s words absurd and hypocritical. “Your love is really cheap. When you first said you liked her, she foolishly loved

as he glanced at me. “Did she tell you she loved

to engage with

his stare intense but not pressing further.

car in an old neighborhood, Dexter parked

entered an old house and knocked on the

Dexter and I waited to see who

the door cracked open, and a hand reached

scars

vigilance peaking. That person inside was the same murderer I’d seen at my house – the one who had taken my

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a lowered voice.