Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 33

The ambulance arrived, and they took Melody away.

I watched as Dexter cradled Melody in his arms, anxiety etched on his face, while he shot me at vicious glare.

Everyone there backed up Melody’s story, saying it was me who pushed her down the stairs. Even the Fitzgerald family’s housekeeper took their side.

In that moment, I felt lost in a fog, even doubting myself.

Had I actually… pushed her?

I had fallen into a trap of my own making. I didn’t know how to explain. Explaining felt wrong. but so did staying silent.

I curled up at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Dexter returned.

With teary eyes, I stood up and choked out, “Dexter… it wasn’t me.”

“Slap!” His hand struck my face, and my ear rang with the force of it. My nose bled, my hearing muffled–my eardrum must have burst.

He had put all his strength into that slap.

dragged me into the study. “Phoebe,

become a murderer?”

face, looking at Dexter,

my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter…

he didn’t believe me.

me. I didn’t push her, I swear!” I was

wasn’t

saw you push Melody down

a chill

could I be so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and justice on my

always them spreading

doesn’t forgive you when she wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened

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scared and indignant.

achieved

to jail. I didn’t push her!” I

courage to push him away and frantically flee the Fitzgerald

I once thought was heaven, only to discover it was

hid in a dark alleyway for a long time. I was terrified, feeling utterly

don’t remember when I fell asleep, nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap

given me a lollipop in the dark.