Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

moving around me like busy ghosts. I do not care that I once made a silent, ironclad vow to myself that Nicolás Herrera would never, ever see me weak again.

All that matters is the violent seizing of my muscles and the tiny, fragile life fighting to survive inside me.

Then, the heavy double doors swing open.

The chaotic noise of the hallway spills into continue reading …