Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 362



"Foebe Larson," someone called out as I made my way through the alley leading back home.

I turned around, surprised to see James.

His face was etched with panic as he breathlessly said, "Run!"

I frowned, puzzled by his sudden urgency.

James hurried over, out of breath. "The cops are onto us."

He grabbed my hand, intending to lead me away, my hand dropping a bag of mini donuts all over the ground.

"What do you mean...?" I asked James, confused.

"Have you forgotten? The Mister was finding adoption families for those kids, right? Remember the smartest kid got adopted by that guy named Ignatius?" James paused, then smiled at me. "That Ignatius, he's a human trafficker."

I stood frozen, disbelief washing over me. Before I could fully grasp the situation, the sound of police sirens filled the air.

James's expression turned to one of sheer terror, pulling me urgently. "Foebe, we need to run! Now!"

memory, it was clear to

asked, genuinely confused. To me, James always seemed like the kindest

appearances

seemed like everyone from the

in my ear,

trying to understand his motive.

evading arrest," James said with a

smell hit me, and I

was making me 'disappear,'

series of murders, and my connection with the second victim would

came to question

perfect excuse

we'll just have to replace her," I heard Hailey's

was all going smoothly until she started to

arranged

het

convincingly, then Melody won't have any slip-ups either. Now, we just need Foebe's body to be

that?"

né

just wanted your son to live, and I've followed your wishes," Damian retorted, clearly annoyed. "I've already planted the seeds in both your son