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

you her house

she must consider you her best friend. I

are we to each other, Mr. Fitzgerald? Phoebe grew

how grateful I

wheel tightened, and his knuckles whitened, revealing his strained restraint.

so much. How could you be so cruel

driving and following

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a lowered voice. “I… loved

didn’t

deeply.” His voice trembled. “She loved someone else. She was with me out of gratitude, though her heart belonged

of shock and anger overtook me.

he was still trying

he even human?

I wanted to give her freedom yet keep her close. I knew she’d leave eventually…” His voice trailed off, the unspoken truth

you first said you

held a complex mix of emotions as he glanced at me. “Did she tell you she loved me

not wanting to engage with Dexter any further.

intense but not pressing

car in an old neighborhood, Dexter parked as well, and we followed

food, entered an old house and knocked on the

Dexter and I waited to see

open, and a hand reached

bore scars of burns.

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

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spoke in a lowered voice. “I…