Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 343

[Phoebe was sick again today. The medicine Damian gave her seems pretty potent, and it's making her react badly. The poor kid's become withdrawn since she started on it.]

[Edward took Phoebe to the orphanage today. When she got back, her clothes were torn, and I was worried that she might have gotten into a scrap with the other kids. I asked Edward about it, but he said that Phoebe was a good girl today, didn't fight or get physical with anyone. She even cried!]

Between the lines, I could tell my mom was thrilled about me crying. I tried to piece together those hazy, unclear memories.

Before I met Colin, I indeed never cried. I didn't cry at birth, which led the doctors to think I was mute, although I ended up speaking earlier than most kids my age. Even later, when they would provoke me or hit me, I never cried.

The day I first cried at the orphanage, as recorded in the diary, I was wearing a red dress. It must have been when those bullies at the orphanage tried to yank it off me.

As I flipped through the journal, I noticed how meticulously my mom documented my life, missing not a single day. But the entries stopped cold during the days I was sent to the psychiatric hospital. Not a word about Damian's treatment.

[Today Phoebe lost her temper with the neighbors. They were complaining about us keeping a large dog and even tried to drive Howler away.]

...

My mom's journal is filled with the mundane details of my life at home, but what's odd is that there's not a single mention of Colin and Carter, as if on purpose...

I was close with Colin and Carter, and my parents must have known about my romance with Colin. So why is there no mention of it in the diary?

Phoebe made a friend at the

seemed to naturally attract kids with congenital personality defects, that they trusted me and played well

entry after entry, most were just boring

together with what Robin and Finn said, these didn't seem like journal entries at all, more like

deep breath

Dexter say I was purposely forgetting Colin? And that

in my eighteenth year, noting that Phoebe said she was an adult now and wanted her own independent

adolescence, indeed the age of hormonal surge, Phoebe was just like any other teenager,

The next entry.

took Phoebe to get her blood drawn for tests. Her hormone levels have changed, but her physical and

disappeared. Today is the

no clues about Phoebe's whereabouts. That person is

but Zero has also vanished. I suspect he

my brow, stopping my scrolling finger, staring at

Was it the codename for the person who took me? Who was it that

8th: At last, we found Phoebe. Zero had locked her in a cellar, her hands shackled with chains, covered in wounds, barely

taken a photo of me tied up in the cellar, battered and breathless, hands bound in chains. It

had disappeared on March 26th and wasn't found until April 8th. During

mom's first