Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 205

Hailey’s knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed right there on the spot.

I rushed forward to catch her, but she shoved me away.

Melody wrapped her arm around Hailey, leading her to a nearby bench to sit down.

“Hailey, Dexter only went because he wanted to avenge Phoebe,” Melody choked out, placing the blame squarely on Phoebe’s shoulders.

Even in death, they couldn’t resist dragging my name through the mud.

“It’s my fault…” Hailey’s voice was a hoarse whisper, her face ashen.

I wanted to step forward, but then she spoke again. “I should never have brought Phoebe into our home.”

I stood there, rigid, as the realization hit me–Hailey regretted bringing me into the Fitzgerald family.

Even having died once and feeling numb to the core, her words stung deep.

Suddenly, Colin wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting atop my head as he whispered, “Phoebe, I’ll give you a home.”

He was trying so hard to give Phoebe a home, to rebuild that sense of family she once had.

I stiffened for a moment, then looked up at Colin.

He said he’d give me a home….

“Dexter was hurt because of me, and so was Phoebe,” Hailey continued, her voice trembling.

clutched Hailey’s hand. “Hailey,

to him, I’ll go with him. I love him; I’d lay down

how to make

rolled her eyes from where she stood. “What a load of bull.“.

was mentally ill doesn’t mean she

one murderer, nobody can touch you? As far as I know, there’s more

blanched, and she edged closer to Hailey in a nervous

Moraver.

all her focus on Dexter, clasped

that Dexter would make it

Mer 2015

head. “Let’s

nodded, obediently following me to a quieter corner.

valuable clues on the

Dorian could lead us to

could coax the whereabouts of

sat beside me, head bowed, eyes fixed on the ground. He seemed to be deep in thought, his mind tirelessly working

people behind this won’t be caught so easily. This time,

nibbling away at the

murderers exposed, so they had to eliminate the

Colin’s voice tightened. “Call Robin

brewing; a maniac was planning a murder within the walls of the precinct.

I stared at Colin, shocked. Who were we dealing with–man or

as if she completely trusted Colin’s intuition. She quickly got

there was

must have been in an interrogation without his phone.

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