Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

forces a plastic mask over my nose and mouth. The air smells heavily of chemicals and sweet, artificial oxygen. A voice tells me to breathe deep, that I am going under, that they have to work fast to cut the baby out.

Through the dizzying fog of the anesthesia, I search wildly for Nicolás.

He stands directly under the intense halo of the surgical lights,continue reading …