Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 290

Word had it that the Langley Aunt was raising hell, refusing any notion of a settlement. She was out for blood–insisting that I face the full wrath of the law. Fortunately, Eric had a lawyer on speed dial, and since the injuries I inflicted were minor, and my intentions were to protect my child and myself–a mother’s instinct to halt a crime–there was no real dispute.

After Eric posted bail, I was taken into custody.

As I was being escorted out, the female officer looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism. “You’re quite the fighter, you know your way around anatomy? Your stabs weren’t fatal, barely reaching the fascia. You showed restraint.”

Truth be told, I was clueless. “Maybe I just don’t have the strength to push deeper?”

She eyed me, unconvinced. After all, I didn’t exactly struggle to wrestle the knife from a grown man’s grip.

I didn’t elaborate. The guy wasn’t seriously hurt, and that was a relief–I hadn’t reached the level of wanting to take a life.

“How is Colin?” I asked Eric urgently as we got into the car.

He nodded. “He’s fine. We’ve got a man on the inside at the mental institution, briefed and ready. If anything comes up, we’ll know immediately.”

I nodded back, my thoughts scattering.

at the thought of

the red birthmark on their

I nearly

my memory, that arm was frail… pale, definitely not

enough, but no birthmark adorned

temples, a fierce

Eric said, parking the car near

of Finn talking

as they scurried away, some even retching

attract stray dogs to the scene?” Finn scoffed. “Why

shifted the focus to

dogs had tampered with the evidence, then they were evidence themselves.

orphanage but from the now–defunct mental institution. He was one of the psychiatrists there but left years ago, never treated Caleb, had no ties to him,”

have thought there was a conflict with Caleb. But there

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police tape,