Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

“Nicolás. Don’t let her die. Just save my baby.”

He stares at me, and for the very first time in our entire history together, I see past the pride, past the anger, past the monolithic ego.

I see pure, unadulterated panic.

“I won’t,” he whispers fiercely, squeezing my fingers. “I swear to God, Cecilia, I won’t let you go.”

But as the heavy OR doors slam continue reading …