Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

María—leans closer, her brow furrowed in deep concern. “Ma’am?”

I shake my head aggressively, even though the room violently tilts with the motion. “Not him. Please. Anyone but him. I can’t…”

Her face changes. Not because she understands the complicated, jagged history between me and the hospital’s golden boy, but because she understands fear. Real, continue reading …