A growing sense of unease gradually intensified in Dexter’s heart.
He couldn’t think rationally at all.
A voice kept ringing in his ear. “Aren’t you afraid something might happen to her?”
I hovered in the air, watching Dexter run around like a headless chicken.
It was quite funny.
For the first time, he was so anxious because of me.
Fortunately, I was already dead.
Otherwise, he would probably slap me when he found me.
The police began to check the nearby surveillance cameras.
Dexter stood on the side, watching.
That night, after we quarreled, I ran out and blocked his calls and messages. Wiping tears, I failed to notice a shady man following me.
Soon, he dragged me into an alley.
The police officers and Dexter watched as I was stripped in the surveillance video.
With tearful eyes, I looked in the direction of home imploringly.
A female officer paused the video, her eyes glistening with tears.
Dexter was dazed, his face devoid of emotion.
Since Amber left, he had been acting like a marionette.
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Chapter 18 Reporting My Disappearance.
The accumulated panic in his heart turned into a torre
A voice screamed in his mind.
His sister was dead.
Chapter 18 Reporting My Disappearance
The accumulated panic in his heart turned into a torrent rushing toward him without warning.
A voice screamed in his mind.
His sister was dead.
