Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

The familiar hospital, the comforting sunlight streaming through the windows – this was no

dream.

I was back.

But not as myself. I had returned with a new identity, a new chance at life.

“The autopsy report is in. Phoebe was indeed pregnant when she died. She was carrying a child.” In the hospital corridor, I spotted the familiar figures of Robin and Stella.

My steps froze instantly, and a hot breath caught in my throat. My eyes reddened, and I tried to speak, but no sound emerged.

I wanted so badly… so badly to run over, to embrace Stella, and to tell her, “Stella, it’s me, Phoebe.”

But living as Foebe meant I couldn’t return to my old life.

“Dexter… It’s Dexter. I’ll kill him! Let me go, I have to make him pay!” Stella’s emotions were teetering on the edge of collapse, uncontrollably driven to confront Dexter.

Robin held her back, forcefully restraining her, silent as a stone.

“Let me go, I want him dead! Why should they get to live, why! It was clearly Melody and Dexter who were responsible for Phoebe’s death. You’re a cop, why aren’t you arresting them? Go get them!” Stella cried out in desperation, struggling against Robin’s grip.

Robin remained silent, his stance unwavering, adding to the tension in the air.

My legs numb, I attempted to approach them, but my feet felt like lead. “Stella…”

“Ms. Larson, this way please.” The nanny hurried back, tugging me toward the doctor’s office.

I glanced back at Stella, who seemed to catch a glimpse of me too. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“Phoebe…” She pushed’Robin aside, searching the crowd for me.

Standing at the doorway, I watched her rush past me.

I almost forgot that I no longer bore Phoebe’s face; at most, we only shared a resemblance. “Stella.” Robin caught up with her, taking hold of her wrist. “Let’s go home.”

“Robin, you’re a detective, you know there are too many loose ends in this case. Colin… how could he be the murderer? He must be a scapegoat for someone else. The real culprit is still at large. And Melody… she’s a prime suspect. Why is it that all the girls in red are gone, and only she remains?” Stella’s eyes were pleading with Robin to solve the mystery quickly.

Robin looked down, nodded. “I’ll get to the bottom of it…

He promised to investigate, but this case was fraught with too many uncontrollable factors.

“Did you know that Colin used to be considered a prodigy from the orphanage? Do you know why they renamed it to Double–Genius Welfare House? It’s because of two geniuses, and one of them was Colin. There were two prodigies; one was Colin, and the other was Carter, who died in a fire years ago,” Stella informed Robin with what she had uncovered.

I stood at the doorway, listening quietly.

Double–Genius Welfare House… that name sounded so familiar.

A sharp pain shot through my head, and fragments of memories flickered, but I couldn’t piece together the missing parts of my memory.

“But how could a prodigy just fall from grace like that?” Stella couldn’t understand how Colin went from a genius to a madman.

That was something I hadn’t figured out either.

“Let’s go,” Robin urged Stella to leave.

“I don’t…” Stella looked around. “I thought I saw Phoebe just now.”

Robin took a deep breath and led Stella away.

I hid by the doorway, waiting for her to leave before turning to enter the consultation room.

“Dr. Emily, is my baby developing normally?” In the consultation room, there were patients.

That voice sent shivers down my spine. It was Melody.

I looked up sharply, and there, sitting beside the doctor, was indeed Melody. And accompanying her for the prenatal checkup was none other than Dexter.

“Huh…” A cold laugh escaped me. They seemed to be living quite the blissful life.