Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

use mine.”

She started sobbing harder.

Behind her, my father cursed.

My mother said my name in the tone she used when she wanted me to come back into my assigned place.

But places are not permanent just because cruel people label them.

I closed the laptop halfway.

Then Martin’s mother spoke for the first time since the call began.

“Mrs. Marlowe,” she said,continue reading …