Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

“That’s where she has the black thing!”

The woman froze.

So did I.

“What black thing?” I asked.

Sofi began to cry for the first time.

Not loudly. Not the dramatic cry of a child denied a toy. She cried as if something inside her had finally split under too much pressure.

Camila reached into Sofi’s backpack.

The woman lunged.

“Don’t touch that.”

I moved before continue reading …