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.

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

somewhat short with Colin, and I hoped I hadn’t hurt

time away each year at this date. He asked me

estate. Still, I couldn’t shake off a nagging worry for him;

he was going?” I pressed.

shook her head. “We dare not pry into

a few bites, I left the house, distracted.

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girl in the red dress and the boy with the

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe.”

was a blur, but I remembered a cut at the corner

Lips, nose, eyes…

sat upright, my breath

Colin.

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

announced our destination and parked the

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

Sea City’s last slum, an undeveloped demolition area.

homeless gathered here, a melting pot of

woman with mental challenges, yet somehow accused

to the third floor,