Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

After a brisk fifteen-minute run, I finally made it back home.

The butler, hard of hearing, was fussing over the garden, giving the deserted yard a somewhat forlorn appearance.

The wind picked up, hinting at an impending downpour.

I dashed into the living room in search of Colin but came up empty.

Bedroom, bathroom, guest room - he was nowhere to be seen.

I raced back out to ask the butler, who couldn't hear or speak, where Colin might be.

Without the knowledge of sign language, I was at a loss for words.

The butler, sensing my panic, gestured towards the backyard.

Taking a deep breath, I headed there, only to find it just as empty.

I thought maybe he'd be in the basement, our little secret hideout, but it was vacant.

As I turned to leave, I spotted Colin in a corner. He was curled up next to a doghouse, holding Coly, whispering, "Coly, she doesn't want me anymore."

I approached him slowly. "Isn't that dirty?"

Colin didn't look up, just kept holding Coly, choking up. "You don't want me anymore."

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out.

"I'm so tired, Colin," I whispered.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Colin looked up with guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry..."

He seemed all too good at apologizing.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I shouldn't have locked you up, shouldn't have... hurt you, and tied you down."

He spoke softly.

"Is it really you who imprisoned me, hurt me, and tied me up?" I asked, frowning.

He looked down, nodding.

I didn't say anything, unsure how much truth or lie was in his words.

"Phoebe, I'm afraid of losing you." He stood up, following me. "I'm sorry."

"Lies will only drive me away faster," I whispered tiredly, heading towards the basement. "Pull up the

surveillance footage, see who went to see that guy who jumped off the building."

Colin reached out, grabbing my wrist. "You go rest, I'll look for it and show you what I find."

I paused, agreeing silently.

"Colin, there's so much we need to sort out." I hoped he wouldn't keep any more secrets.

Colin remained silent.

I turned to leave.

"Everyone has their secrets, something they need to protect. Phoebe, I'm sorry."

Tears welled up as I looked back at him. "What you're protecting is more important than me, right?"

Colin clenched his fists. "Phoebe, what I'm protecting is you."

I looked away, unwilling to listen to

more of his excuses. Back in my et

room

lay on the bed exhausted

and closed my eyes. S

"Phoebe is the culprit."

For some reason, Zoe's words kept echoing in my mind.

"Phoebe is the culprit."

Irritated, I opened my eyes, breathing heavily. What have I forgotten!

"Foebe Larson! Come out!"

Someone was shouting my name at the front gate. That voice was unmistakably Melody's.

"Foebe! What did you say to Dexter?

He killed himself. Are you happy now? He's dead, is that what you wanted?" Melody's cries continued outside.

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I frowned, rising to peer out the window at Melody who was still sobbing.

"Dexter killed himself. You're the murderer! You're the murderer!"

Dexter killed himself...

Suddenly, I remembered my words to Dexter as I got out of the car, "Then die."

Could someone like him really take his own life?