Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

KASMINE

It could be the person behind the message and the photo, Maybe they wanted to tell me more. Rub it in. Demand something.

Or maybe…. maybe I could reason with them. Beg them not to tell.

I hit answer.

“Hello?” My voice was thin and raw, like I’d been screaming for hours.

There was a pause. Then, a woman’s warm voice filtered through

“Miss Kasmine?” She called.

I blinked. “Y–yes?”

“This is Melissa from Leropita Hospital. The receptionist. Recall?” She asked.

1 sat up slowly, still clutching the blanket, torn between relief, worry, and disinterest. I rubbed at my face with the heel of my palm, smearing cold tears across my cheek. My eyes were still sore from crying, and my lungs were too tight like they didn’t trust the air around me anymore.

I had begged her the other day I met her at the mall to please let me in on anything she thought I should know about Kester.

I’d even bought her a dress, a stunning blush pink one with soft satin folds and a cinched waist. It was too expensive for a stranger, too generous for someone I barely knew. But I hadn’t cared. Desperation has a way of making you reckless with money, with trust, with yourself,

“Uh… Yes, Melissa. I remember,” I said, trying not to sound as breathless as I felt. My voice sounded like I’d been swallowing gravel.

This might be important, yes, but my guts tell me that whatever she might have to say might just add to my trauma at the moment.

“Yeah I breathed. “I remember.”

“Well, I took a look. Went through the logs, the archives. I had to go off–system for some of the older records. I wasn’t sure what you were hoping to find, but I thought you should know that…” She paused. I could hear her clicking something in the background. “According to all his files, his evaluation sessions were completed. He passed every test.”

1 frowned. “What kind of tests?”

She sighed like she’d anticipated the question. “Standard psychological evaluations. Emotional regulation, memory retention, trauma response. The usual for our kind. There were written assessments, observed sessions, and one–on–one interviews. The therapist’s notes indicated that he was, and I quote, ‘stable, recovered, and

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“I know!” She sobbed. “I know what he did! But you… you just erase people, Kester. You destroy them like it’s second nature to you. Doesn’t matter how many masks you wear or how careful you are when you touch me–you are terrifying.”

That word hit harder than anything else.