Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

“Crazy! You’re absolutely crazy!” Robin kicked Colin in a fit of rage before being pulled back by a colleague.

“Robin, now’s not the time to lose it,” the colleague said, trying to calm him down. “I don’t get why he’s so hell–bent on confessing to murder, but a lot of the timeline doesn’t even match.”

Robin took a deep breath and straightened up.

But Colin suddenly pointed at himself with a look of terror. “It was me. I did it. I killed them all. Now kill me.”

He wanted Robin to end his life.

Robin frowned, remaining silent. “Keep digging until he tells the truth.”

Even if Colin confessed to murder, he had a psychiatric evaluation and numerous alibis to counter the charge.

How could they convict him?

Brendan had the best legal team money could buy, clearly setting up a no–win situation.

Outside the interrogation room, Dexter’s cries of madness filled the air. He wanted to burst in and take Colin down himself.

I stood by the door, ignoring Dexter’s ranting.

I no longer cared, and no longer loved him.

My eyes rested on Colin, scrutinizing him.

He admitted to the killing, but why did it feel so wrong?

Colin’s coat was torn from the struggle. He sat at the interrogation table in just a tee, his complexion ashen, looking like a walking corpse.

At that moment, he was as beautiful as a macabre doll.

I stood beside Colin, trying to see through him, but it was impossible.

My gaze fell on the back of Colin’s hand, those elegantly long fingers marred with burn scars. It was like a pristine porcelain vase now flawed and cracked.

I remembered those hands, when I was trapped in a wooden crate, he had taken an axe and stepped out into the open.

My eyes trailed up to his forearm, and my heart clenched.

Something was off…

The inside of Colin’s upper arm was smooth, devoid of any blemishes or scars. That couldn’t be right.

14

13:10

In my final moments. I had fought desperately, my nails clawing into the killer’s arm, gouging deep into the flesh.

It hadn’t been long since my death; even if his wounds had healed, there should have been temporary scars. Something was amiss.

Could it be that he had an accomplice?

“Get out of my way, let me in there! I’m gonna kill him!” Dexter was still shouting, unable to control his emotions.

I turned back with a complex look at the out–of–control Dexter.

What was he barking about?

Wasn’t he the cause of my downfall?

“Bang!”

Robin, unable to bear it any longer, landed a punch on Dexter.

Finally, there was silence.

“Robin! Robin, we found her… we found Phoebe…”

A female officer ran in, almost tripping in her haste.

Dexter’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the officer’s shoulders. “What? Phoebe… where is she?”

Robin was taken aback, looking at the officer. “What?”

“Jason and the others found a cellar in the old orphanage, and Phoebe was in there.”

Stella, equally distraught, scrambled over. “She’s alive, right? Tell me she’s alive!”

“It doesn’t matter if she has no eyes. Medical treatment is so advanced and we can fix it! She’s alive, right?” Stella’s voice trembled.

The officer didn’t speak just looked down. “Officer Robin, you should come with us.“.

Robin’s heart skipped a beat as he exchanged a meaningful glance with Dexter.

Dexter stood there numbly, suddenly silent. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

An eerie silence.

“I knew it… she wouldn’t die. All this, just to get me to marry her.” Dexter muttered sarcastically.

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t anymore. Now, I just wanted to see what had become of my body.

“Stella, you might not want to see this,” the officer said kindly.

13:10

But Stella’s grip tightened, her eyes resolute. –

The officer looked at Robin. Robin said nothing, which meant consent.

Something had happened to me, and everyone had to face that reality.