Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

agonizing second, the entire delivery room goes silent around me. The heart monitors keep their frantic beeping, the fluorescent lights keep humming their sterile, insect-like drone, and my body keeps tearing itself open from the inside out. But my own heart stops entirely for a completely different reason.

Because I know that name.

Herrera.

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