"Was it Simmy who gave it to you?" I asked softly, peering anxiously into Dexter's eyes.
Dexter avoided my gaze and deflected, "Sophia… How's Grandma Rosie doing?"
He was changing the subject.
I always knew that there were too many secrets surrounding Dexter. I had initially drawn close to him to unravel those very mysteries. Otherwise, Eason wouldn't have been so fixated on him.
Yet, the deeper I delved into our connection, the more I realized that not only did Dexter harbor numerous secrets, but my original host, Sofia Miller, did as well.
To compound matters, I even began to question myself.
What hidden truth lay buried within my lost memories?
Why did Damien say that I had a psychological illness before? And what kind of illness was that?
Was it a mere coincidence that I found myself reborn into Sofia's body?
The more I pondered, the more terrifying the things seemed to me..
