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

a murderer?”

at Dexter, wishing he would believe

pleaded through my tears, shaking my head. “Dexter… it

didn’t

Hank was there, and it wasn’t me. I didn’t

wasn’t to be.

he saw you push Melody

a

be so naive to think Hank would stand up for truth and

them spreading rumors, tearing

wakes up, you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as he threatened to lock me up.

15.02

scared and

parents died, I worked hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved

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

courage to push

I once thought was heaven,

long time. I was terrified,

me with a tattered but clean blanket, and left a cheap but spotless cup of cocoa and

the first time someone had given me