Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 349

Coastline Avenue was a far cry from its former glory. The demolition signs hung like weary sentinels as I parked the car a good distance away and made my way on foot.

Colin was a silent shadow trailing behind me, his inner turmoil palpable, yet he couldn't find the words to stop me nor hide his disapproval of my meeting with Zoe.

Frustration simmered within me. It was always the same with him—hindering my path, yet withholding his reasons.

If he had just said it outright—that Zoe was dangerous, capable of causing harm, or offered any tangible reason, I would've listened. But his stubborn silence? That was a different story. How could I possibly accept that?

"Phoebe…" His voice barely reached me as he trailed three meters back, his head hung low.

I glanced back at him. Tall and lanky, he held a fragile sort of beauty when he donned those oversized hoodies, as if the world had somehow wronged him.

I snorted and kept walking, refusing to give in. I couldn't let him get too comfortable with having his way.

Being ignored seemed to tug at his heartstrings, his eyes rimmed with red, his nose sniffling as he kept his distance.

pace, letting my mood

to some normal human emotions? My husband was keeping secrets, protecting the one who harmed me. Of course, I was angry. Why should I

seething inside, only to find it cluttered with loiterers and vagrants, puffing on cigarettes. An innate fear of these types lingered from the time Dexter roughed me up at

how much

some

comments stung the air, as if every woman

they seemed intrigued, blocking my path with filthy

I turned, I

whispered, holding me

at Colin's icy stare. He took my hand and

think I'm being

laced his fingers with

like, what dependence was, what terror meant..." Colin murmured, half to

envied the foolish, the girls who

deeper into the alley, its