Chapter 259

Dexter, she’s not Phoebe…”

The last fragments of consciousness hung on Melody’s tearful declaration that I wasn’t Phoebe.

“Phoebe is dead.”

I knew she was scared, panicking.

But why the panic? She was so confident before, so sure Dexter would marry her. Now, why the tears?

When I woke up again, everything was stark white. I found myself in a strangely familiar yet foreign place.

It was the Fitzgerald family mansion, the bedroom I had lived in for many years.

My vision was a bit numb. I tried to move my arm, but my body wasn’t quite under my control.

“Miss Phoebe…” a familiar voice called out my name.

“Miss, dinner’s ready,” said Wendy, the housekeeper, calling out to me.

I sat up with a headache, looking down at the clothes I was wearing, feeling a bit out of it.

These pajamas… they were a gift from Hailey.

“Miss, the young master is back,” Wendy said with a smile from outside the door.

familiar yet so

large, Dexter.

murderer is so vicious, took so many lives, and

the murderer, a scene

sundress, gentle as a stream. She was the first

understanding why I

couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t fear I

mind – they all deserved to

myself with the thought, numbly

me anxiously. “Don’t be afraid. They’re just here

was unusually gentle, far from the

him warily. “Don’t…

wrong before; I’ll never hurt you again.” Dexter’s promise was sincere as if he was taking an

reached out to me, asking for

at his hand, my

was I thinking? I actually wanted to… break his hand.

me spacing out and

cried out in fear, quickly stepping back.

Dexter I feared, but the thoughts swirling in my own

came up the stairs, step by step. “Come down for

soft

watched her with suspicion, my pupils

“Phoebe?”

stepped towards Melody.

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