Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 188

“Colin, are you hurt? Who’s been picking on you?”

“They ruined the cupcake I made for you…”

Memories, strange and unfamiliar, began to surface in my mind–snapshots of a little girl crouching beside a boy, inquiring about his injuries.

The little boy was holding a smashed cupcake, his eyes brimming with tears.

The girl was dressed in a red dress; she took a piece of the ruined cupcake and tasted it. “It’s so sweet.”

My head pounded as if it were about to split open. I rubbed my temples, but the alien memories clung to me, persistent and unsettling.

What were they?

“Madam, would you like something to eat?” The nanny’s voice came softly through the door.

Her words pulled me back to the present, and I stepped outside. “Where’s Caleb?”

The nanny glanced around before speaking in a hushed tone, “Mr. Caleb… we don’t know where he has gone.”

A frown creased my brow. Where could he be?

“Madam, I haven’t been here long, but you might ask Wendy; she’s been with the Langley family for ages.”

I nodded, not wanting to trouble the young nanny further, and made my way downstairs.

a complete overhaul. The old staff was gone, except for Wendy, who still managed the kitchen; the rest had been

Caleb?” I was irritable earlier and somewhat short with Colin, and I hoped I

away each year at this date. He asked me to tell

I couldn’t shake off a nagging worry for him;

where he

dare not pry into Mr.

eating only a few bites,

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the way to my destination, the memory of the girl in the red dress and the boy with the cupcake consumed

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe.”

face was a blur, but I remembered a cut at the corner of his mouth. Desperately, I

Lips, nose, eyes…

suddenly sat upright,

Colin.

I thinking of Colin’s face? The young boy with mixed heritage, his

driver announced our destination

stepped out to face the dilapidated alleyway, littered with trash and reeking

was Sea City’s last slum, an undeveloped demolition

melting pot of

to see Zoe, Carter’s sister–the woman with mental

the third