Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

I just need to see if there was a red birthmark on the inside of his arm to know if he’s the one who killed me!

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“Mr. Caleb, I’ve followed your instructions and delivered what he requested,” Eric said as he walked down the alley, calling Colin on his phone.

Dexter and I were huddled behind a dumpster, watching Eric leave.

“After Phoebe died, I’ve been on the hunt for the murderer, never once giving up. I don’t buy for a second that Caleb isn’t involved. He’s just hiding behind his so–called insanity to escape punishment. I’ve been keeping an eye on him,” Dexter whispered tersely.

My fingers trembled slightly, instinctively reaching for my phone to catt the cops.

“Foebe, you’ve got to divorce, Caleb. All you want is financial backing from the Larson family, and I told you I could help you with that. Being with him is too dangerous,” Dexter urged me to leave Caleb.

I ignored his plea and dialed Robin’s number instead.

“Hello?” Robin’s voice was coarse, probably rundown from recent stress.

“Robin, I’ve seen the suspect staying at Phoebe’s place. Stella was knocked out by him…” My voice was low, recalling how surveillance footage had caught someone tailing Stella into my home, though his face was obscured.

“Where?” Robin pressed for details.

“Westside Cultural Avenue, number 163, in the courtyard,” I whispered.

“Don’t do anything rash. I’m on my way,” Robin said hurriedly before hanging up.

I knew he would come.

If Robin was on it, he would uncover the truth.

This time, even if it meant spooking the suspect, I had to confirm if this person was my murderer.

“Foebe, Caleb is far more complicated than he seems. If the real murderer is indeed lurking here, then he’s definitely an accomplice,” Dexter persisted, wanting me to stay away from Caleb. “He’s a psychopath. Do you have any idea he’s killed people in the asylum?”

I turned to Dexter with a sharp glance. “Do you always think with your toes? Am I supposed to trust you, an unreliable accomplice who played a part in Phoebe’s death, or my own husband?” I clutched my phone tighter.

Between Dexter and Colin, I’d rather put my faith in Colin.

What if there was more to the story?

“Foebe, you’re just like Phoebe in one way – stubborn to a fault, clinging to your own misguided truths, never heeding advice.” Dexter said with a furrowed brow, trying once more. “Caleb is extremely dangerous, with a history of violent psychosis. It’s well known in the asylum that he could kill when he snapped. And isn’t the case clear enough now?”

Seeing I was unmoved, he continued, “Melody says Colin is the only one with a motive for murder! That orphanage fire was started by those kids as a cruel prank, locking Colin and Carter in a room and

setting it ablaze. He was trapped and nearly died, while his best friend Carter perished. He despises them!”

I stiffened, turning back to Dexter. “The fire… those people at the orphanage did it on purpose, locking them inside?”

My emotions surged. “Dexter, did you ever visit the site of the fire? They deserved death…”

How could they have done such a thing to Colin?

Flames, screams, cries for help, the desperate struggle.

Every night in my nightmares, I’d recall the handprints and scratch marks in the burnt room of the orphanage.

Marks of Colin and Carter’s desperate cries and attempts to save themselves…

They were all vile creatures.

“But that’s no excuse for murder! And what about Phoebe?” Dexter’s grip tightened on my chin, his eyes bloodshot with anger. “She was carrying my child!”