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.

and dragged me into the study. “Phoebe, have I spoiled you too much? Now you think you can

a

at Dexter, wishing he

through my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter… it wasn’t me, it

he didn’t believe me.

and it wasn’t me. I didn’t push her, I swear!” I

wasn’t

push Melody

sent a

be so naive to think Hank would stand up

always them spreading rumors, tearing

up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said,

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was scared and indignant.

I had achieved was earned bit by bit. I refused to let it all be

go to jail. I didn’t push her!” I stared at

up, finding some unknown courage to push him away and frantically flee

what I once thought was heaven, only to discover it

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

nor who covered me with a tattered but clean blanket,

wasn’t the first time someone had given me a lollipop in the dark.