Chapter 233

“Did Carter send them to you?” I whispered, my eyes urgently seeking the truth in Colin’s gaze.

He dodged the question. “Phoebe, how’s Grandma doing?”

He was changing the subject.

I knew Colin was a vault of secrets. My drive to get close to him was fueled by the desire to uncover the mysteries that clung to him like shadows.

Otherwise, Finn wouldn’t be watching Colin like a hawk.

The more I got to know him, the more I realized that it wasn’t just Colin with secrets; even within Foebe Larson, there were layers yet to be peeled back.

And now, I was beginning to question even myself.

What was hidden in the memories I couldn’t quite recall? Why did Dexter say I had a mental illness? What kind of illness was it? Was my rebirth as Foebe Larson truly a coincidence?

The more I thought about it, the more chilling the possibilities seemed.

After escorting Colin back to his room, where the nurse scolded him and reattached his IV, I made sure he was in good condition to get out of bed before taking his hand and leading him to Grandma Quella’s room.

Dexter had been tending to her the whole time I

himself, let alone anyone else, always waited on hand

over. You can go now.” I walked over and

down,

against her pillows, and seemed quite taken with Dexter. “Foebe, dear, don’t be so harsh with Dexter. He’s been a sweetheart. When’l fell ill, it was all Dexter looking after me. If he hadn’t found me in time, I wouldn’t be here

frowning at Dexter.

worming his way into Grandma Quella’s good graces

a sharp gaze, likely recognizing a rival in the art of pretense.

Colin whispered my name.

took his hand, and turned to introduce him

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Chapter 233

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haven’t visited? It’s been all Dexter here, running

hardly take care of himself, let alone bother you,”

cared deeply about

was the me

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