Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

and something human that had been ignored far too long.

“Sofi,” I said softly. “Listen to me. Is your mom alive?”

Her eyes fluttered.

“I don’t know.”

Rebeca laughed, too loudly.

“You see? She doesn’t know anything. She makes stories.”

Sofi whispered, “She was breathing on Monday.”

I felt every sound in the patio disappear.

Camila began to cry silently beside continue reading …