Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

I apologize, they’ll think I made it up.”

Something cold moved through my stomach.

“Made what up?” I asked.

Camila looked at Sofi.

Sofi did not cry.

That frightened me more than anything.

She only stood there with still, empty eyes, the kind of eyes no 8-year-old child should have. She looked like she already knew asking for help did not work.

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