Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 340

Memories of Carter were one of the few highlights in the tapestry of his past.

A pang of sympathy struck me, and my hand reached out instinctively toward Colin's, only to recoil before contact.

What kind of person had I become? Was there a future for Colin and me?

"Phoebe... you're not a bad person," said Colin, his grip firm on my hand.

In moments of self-doubt, he steadfastly believed in me.

"Do you know why Finn changed his name?" Colin seemed eager to lighten the mood, straining to shift the conversation. "After Carter's death, he was haunted by nightmares, believing Carter's ghost was following him, that... Carter was still with him. He even got electrocuted at home, said he saw a ghost."

Colin chuckled. "His parents consulted all sorts of specialists to exorcise the ghost, but eventually, a therapist said it was a hallucination from the shock. But Finn wasn't reassured, so he had a fortune- teller change his name to ward off Carter's spirit." Colin fell silent.

His grip tightened around my hand, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Looking at Colin, I should have found the story amusing, but I couldn't muster a smile.

I saw his effort to cheer me up. His clumsy tenderness was heart-wrenching.

to be happy... but I always mess things up." Colin's voice was

of our walk was silent; neither

secluded myself

clues on the wall, I was lost in

Colin so

seemed his concerns lay with two

Both were 'deceased'.

the wall captivated me

mistrusting 'Foebe Larson' to now doubting 'Phoebe Caldwell', I felt caught in a vast

this mystery. Behind the fog lay a deeper fog, and

basement, Eric sighed. "Colin... he's been

I paused.

Colin was drinking?

injuries, what was he

to check on Colin but then remembered the All-Stars

gala been a

you? Seems he drank

Your and the kid's mishap