Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 301

I scrambled under the bed, watching the figure slip into the room.

It was the nanny.

The fact that Damian and Melody could roam the Fitzgerald mansion so brazenly was a testament to something off about the nanny.

Since arriving at the Fitzgerald estate, we'd simply called her Wendy. She'd been my and Dexter's personal caregiver, always close at hand.

Wendy was 48, always dressed in plain, no-frills clothes that made her seem older than she was. Yet, beneath the simplicity, you could tell she had been a stunner in her youth, with delicate features that time hadn't fully erased.

She had a gentle demeanor and a sharp mind, rarely speaking out of turn. Hailey trusted her implicitly, which is why she felt comfortable leaving both me and Dexter in Wendy's care.

From my hiding spot under the bed, I watched silently.

Wendy moved slowly to the bedside, gazing at Dexter as he lay asleep, not uttering a word.

I frowned, alert and wary. A nanny sneaking into the master's room in the dead of night, staring at him like that—it was downright eerie.

"Wendy, who are you trying to spook, up and about at this hour?" Melody's voice came from the doorway, catching Wendy off guard.

The room was dim, and Wendy's silhouette by the bed was indeed a bit unsettling.

"Those meds... they're not harming Mr. Fitzgerald, are they?" Wendy finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Phoebe's death hit Dexter hard, and he's been prone to depression. If you hadn't found him that time he attempted..." Melody sighed. "We're just looking out for him."

Wendy nodded. "That's good. I just worry about Mr. Fitzgerald. Ms. Burton, you should get some rest too."

Wendy turned to leave, pausing at the door.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt her gaze linger in my direction...

I clenched my fists and held my breath, daring not to make a sound.

Everyone in the Fitzgerald family seemed increasingly inscrutable to me.