Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 302

When I was five, Mom and Dad told me I was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. All I knew about it was that it supposedly meant you were a loner with an off-the-charts IQ.

Scratching my head, I wondered, am I really one of those reclusive geniuses? As for my smarts... they seemed pretty average to me. Remembering high school, poring over textbooks late into the night, I was just your typical studious kid, nothing on the level of a prodigy like Colin.

"Today marks Phoebe's first day of therapy at the hospital. Damian says her case isn't severe. With proper treatment, she'll be able to live like everyone else."

"Phoebe's second day in therapy, and Damian says she's improving, even playing games with other kids now."

"Phoebe's third therapy session. Damian says there's been a setback."

"Today Howler ran away from home. We searched for ages until we found him sneaking into the sanatorium to see Phoebe."

"After Howler came back, he stopped eating and drinking, just lay by the door looking miserable. I knew he was waiting for Phoebe."

The picture of Howler lying by the door, head hanging low, was taken by Mom. It captured his somber silhouette.

A tightness gripped my chest, aching as I gently touched the photo. I wish I could reach out and feel Howler again.

I have no memory of Howler, but his picture still brings me to tears.

back to her normal life. We can bring her home from the hospital. I cried with joy all last night. We can finally pick up

I had three stints of treatment with Damian, the last one lasting six months, making up

those memories were

"Phoebe and Howler."

still alive. I was a bit of an introvert, but I could

was eight, the year I met Colin,

had hurt a kid from the orphanage. Not fatally, but enough to scare everyone. The journal mentioned I had killed a chicken at the orphanage.

overwhelmed by my mother's records of my past. Was I really

into someone else's

I like

afraid, yet he claims

was for the

I really better off

staring

all things, of

the current me actually envies the

it's time

7:30, the housekeeper knocked