Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 194

Chapter 194 

I wasn’t sure why the tears were streaming down my face. 

“Phoebe, don’t cry.” Colin said, his voice tinged with panic as he fumbled to wipe away my tears and pulled me into his embrace. “Phoebe, it’s all in the past, all over. Could you try to love me again?” 

“Colin, I’ll try to get to know you again.” I whispered back. 

“Okay.” 

He lit up with happiness. 

It seemed like things were finally turning around. 

Everything was going to be alright. 

“I went to see Carter’s sister today, you know. She might not be all there in the head, but it feels like… she’s involved in some shady business,” I murmured. 

I wondered if Colin knew if he should help, considering it was Carter’s sister we were talking 

about. 

Colin paused, a flicker of alarm crossing his eyes. “You went to see her?” 

I nodded. 

“Don’t go near her again, and don’t believe a word she says,” Colin said urgently, his eyes locked on mine, his hands still cradling my face. “Phoebe, from now on, don’t trust anyone but 

me.” 

Seeing his distress, I nodded quickly. “Okay, I trust you.” 

He finally seemed to breathe easier. 

My phone buzzed, and I glanced at the caller ID in surprise – it was Melody. 

That was odd. 

“Foebe Larson, I’m getting discharged.” 

“Are you nuts? Call Dexter about your discharge, not me,” I snapped back, my mood souring. 

“I know you’re with Dexter.” She was good at guessing. 

“He’s in the shower. Want me to call out to him?” I taunted Melody with the same old trick. Melody actually managed to sound flustered as she took a deep breath. “I’m going to help the cops tonight to lure out the murderer. Don’t you want to see for yourself who it is?” “Don’t worry, I won’t miss it,” I retorted coldly. “Just make sure you don’t drop dead too easily.” “Foebe, you’re a good impersonator, but there are secrets about Phoebe you’re not privy to. 

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Chapter 194 

Come see me tonight, wait with me for the murderer, and I’ll reveal a secret about Phoebe Caldwell. Anyone who knew it… is nearly extinct at the murderer’s hands.” 

Melody’s words were tantalizing as if she held some earth–shattering secret. 

What secret could I possibly not know about myself? 

“If you’re Phoebe, there are things you don’t remember. Phoebe had amnesia, forgot a lot,” Melody said, pressing on. 

I furrowed my brows, remembering the first time I encountered Melody. She’d been nervous, asking in a whisper if I remembered her. 

She had been testing me. 

But back then, I truly didn’t remember her. 

Since Melody was also from the orphanage, there had to be some history between us.