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.

stroke, the Langley family had undergone a complete overhaul. The old staff was gone, except for Wendy, who still managed

earlier and somewhat short with Colin, and I hoped I

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

wasn’t at the Langley estate. Still, I couldn’t shake off a nagging worry

where he was going?” I

dare not pry

eating only a few bites, I

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the memory of the girl in the red dress and the

“Phoebe…”

“Phoebe.”

boy’s face was a blur, but I remembered a cut at the corner

Lips, nose, eyes…

upright, my breath

Colin.

face? The young boy with mixed heritage, his eyes

driver announced our destination and parked

I stepped out to face the dilapidated alleyway, littered with trash and reeking of decay.

City’s last slum, an undeveloped

homeless gathered here, a melting pot of the desperate and lost.

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

the third floor, I was surrounded by refuse.