Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Was Phoebe’s life more important, or Melody’s fragile feelings?

Dexter clenched his fists, stayed silent for a long while before speaking up. “I’ll go talk to her, but this isn’t her responsibility, and she’s not obliged to…”

He was still protecting Melody.

“Not her responsibility?” arly laughed out of sheer frustration at Dexter. “How can you say that? It was her who lured me over there, into the clutches of a murderer!”

I yelled at Dexter, but it was as if he was deaf to my words. He never listened to me when I was alive, much less now that I was gone.

“Phoebe, you’re pathetic for falling in love with someone like that,” Robin muttered to himself after Dexter walked away.

Yeah, falling for someone like him was truly pathetic. Everyone could see how pathetic I was. Loving him turned out to be my biggest regret.

But, over time, my heart had become numb. The pain wasn’t as acute as it used to be.

Who says love can’t fade? Love does fade. With enough disappointment, enough despair, it naturally fades away.

And if it doesn’t, that’s just self–inflicted misery.

I loved Dexter, and I gave my life for him; what was there left to love?

Dexter returned from Melody’s room after a short while. He shook his head at Robin. “I’m sorry, Melody is just too upset right now.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Dexter, let me talk to her. This is about a human life; every second counts.” Robin was getting anxious, but he knew he didn’t have the right to rush; from any angle, Melody wasn’t obligated to cooperate. Still, Robin was aware that Melody wasn’t innocent in Phoebe’s predicament.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let you upset her further.” Dexter was adamant about shielding Melody.

Robin frowned. “Do you realize that Melody called Phoebe three hours before the incident?”

He didn’t want to bring it up because the case wasn’t solved, and he couldn’t just make assumptions.

Dexter’s brow furrowed, looking at Robin. “What are you implying, Officer Robin?”

“There was a strange call to Phoebe three hours before the incident. Since Phoebe didn’t note it, we didn’t pay much attention initially, but yesterday I had it checked. The number belongs to Melody’s best friend, who said that Melody had borrowed it and she herself never called Phoebe. It might have been Melody.”

“You also said it’s just a possibility!” Dexter was either trying to hide something, or was he

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afraid of something.

I watched Dexter with a cynical smile. “It was her.”

“Our tech team is working on recovering the call recording from Phoebe’s phone. It’s still in progress, but once we have it, the truth will come out,” Robin said calmly. “I’m just glad Phoebe had the sense to record it.”

I took a deep breath. Knowing that Melody had called me, I decided to record it right away. I didn’t trust Melody, and I wanted to keep evidence that I was always repaying a debt to Dexter. Little did I know that one day it would become a crucial piece of evidence in the truth behind my

death.

Dexter looked at Robin with furrowed brows. “You shouldn’t speculate without evidence!”

“Whether I speculate or not, deep down, you know why Phoebe was there on the 15th, and none of you were aware. Don’t you find that suspicious?”