Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

at the blurry ceiling tiles. “I had prenatal care. Just… not in a palace like this.”

Nicolás looks down at me, a complicated storm brewing in his dark eyes. I cannot tell if he pities me or hates me for surviving without him.

But before he can speak, the primary monitor emits a long, shrill, continuous tone.

The baby’s heartbeat crashes.

Nicolás explodes continue reading …