Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 

My head was swimming, a dull ringing in my ears as I sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, 

*Phoebe?” 

Dexter’s voice was calling out to me, but I was trapped in a dizzy haze. Suddenly, I stood up, and the world spun violently. 

“Phoebe?” 

Before my memory faded, did I suffer from some sort of psychological disorder? Was that why I specifically forgot everything about the orphanage, specifically forgot Colin? What on earth happened? 

“Phoebe, forget it. I don’t blame you, just forget…* 

“Phoebe, don’t be scared, I’ll always be by your side.” 

“If your current life makes you feel at ease, then forget me…” 

“Phoebe Caldwell, what am I to you? Am I just a forgotten relic in your memory?” 

“Phoebe Caldwell, don’t die, please. Don’t turn me into your legacy, you know I can’t live alone.” 

In the recesses of my mind, a voice was constantly screaming, crying, shouting. 

“Phoebe, don’t leave me behind.” 

In a moment of blurred consciousness, it felt like I had returned to the moment before my near–death, when I had fled disheveled from Nocturne, only to find myself cornered by vagrants in an alley. A tall, menacing figure, wielding a baseball bat, was smashing it down on those 

men. 

“Touch her and you’re dead.” 

“Don’t be afraid, I’ve always been here.” 

“Why forget me? Am I just a part of your painful memories too? Phoebe…“” 

“I don’t blame you. 

And then, when I had passed out in the alley from hypoglycemia, that same figure covered me with his jacket, letting me rest on his lap as he stayed by my side through the night. 

Colin. 

It was Colin! 

The blurry silhouette slowly came into focus. 

Colin stood in the dim light, his back to me. He slowly halted his steps, turning to look at me. 

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Tears streaked his face, his hands dripping with blood. His eyes were red as he gazed at me. “Phoebe, this world is disgusting.” 

“Colin… Colin.” 

As he turned around, a burst of light seemed to bloom before my eyes; he was always my salvation. To others, he might be a madman, a devil, but to me, he was my salvation and mine 

alone. 

“Colin.” In my memory, I hugged him with joy, placing the gift I had picked out for him on the table. “This is from my mom. I chose the clothes myself. Mom said you’re still growing, so we got a size larger.” 

“Colin, if you weren’t a genius, what would you want to do most?” 

“Love you…” 

Genius or not, I’d love you. 

Even if I were a fool, I’d love you. 

Only you.