A few bystanders chuckled. “Of course, he’s real! We can all see him! There are no ghosts here!”
“What century are we in? How can someone be so superstitious? We’re right in front of a police station, and you’re talking about ghosts in front of an officer!”
Mark finally snapped back to reality, a guilty look flashing across his face. He wiped the sweat from his fore- head and explained lamely, “I was just so shocked, I misspoke. Officer, please don’t mind me!”
Officer Davis glanced at him but said nothing.
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But I could tell from his expression that he now believed most of what I had told him during my three days in
custody.
All it needed was one more push to send the scene into a frenzy.
The bigger the chaos, the better my chances of clearing my name.
So, I rushed toward Ethan, threw my arms around him, and started wailing, patting his back dramatically.
“Ethan, I can’t believe you’re alive! This is wonderful news!”
Ethan’s parents were stunned. They turned to look at me. “You know our son?”
I nodded eagerly and pulled out my phone to show them a group photo from our high school reunion. I held it up to the livestream camera so the viewers could see it clearly.
“Yes! Ethan and I were high school classmates! We were even desk mates for most of our senior year!”
“Of course, we know each other! Ma’am, sir, look at this photo! We’re standing right next to each other!”
Ethan nodded along. “That’s right, Mom, Dad. I was terrible at math and science, but Melody tutored me all
the time. That’s the only reason I got into a good university.”
“And if I hadn’t gone to a good university, I wouldn’t have gotten this great job after graduation.”
“So, in a way, Melody is my savior!”
In my last life, I didn’t know that the person Stella had hit was someone I knew. By the time I found out, it
was too late. So, reborn, the first thing I did was call my old classmate and warn him.
Now, the way Ethan’s parents looked at me had completely changed. The suspicion and hatred were gone,
replaced by warmth and familiarity. They treated me like their own daughter.
They held my hands, asking if I was okay, apologizing profusely for having me over for dinner.
most blaming me, and insisting on
The misunderstanding about the hit–and–run was cleared up, and the crowd, having witnessed this dramatic “reunion,” applauded.
“Incredible! What a rollercoaster of a day! So exciting!”
“After this, I finally understand the meaning of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover.‘ I almost blamed an innocent
person!”
