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.

floor and dragged me into the study.

become a murderer?”

at Dexter,

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

didn’t believe me.

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

it wasn’t to

saw you push Melody down the stairs! And you still deny

words sent a chill through me.

naive to think Hank would stand

always them spreading rumors, tearing

you’re going to jail,” Dexter said, his voice cold as

15.02

was scared

parents died, I worked hard and studied hard. Everything I had achieved was earned bit by bit. I refused to let it

I

finding some unknown courage to push

was heaven,

alleyway for a long time. I

with a tattered but clean

wasn’t the first time someone had given me