Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

Dr. Herrera.

I feel another contraction rising, a deep, pulling tidal wave from the ocean floor of my body, but the fiery anger in my chest rises faster.

“You don’t get to ask me that,” I hiss, gripping the metal bedrails.

His eyes narrow to dangerous slits. “In my hospital, in my delivery room, when I am the attending physician responsible for keeping continue reading …