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.

home from the hospital. I cried with joy all last night. We can

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

as if those memories were scrubbed

"Phoebe and Howler."

I managed to start kindergarten. Howler was still alive. I was a bit of an introvert, but I

the year I met Colin, I ended up back in the

fatally, but enough to scare everyone. The journal mentioned I had killed a chicken at the

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

else's

was I like

wary of me, afraid, yet

love was for the me back

really better off in

lay on my bed, staring at

all things, of my

don't know why I've lost my memories, the current me actually envies the past me who

it's time for

housekeeper knocked on