Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

utterly different. Stripped bare.

I roll my heavy head toward him. His dark eyes meet mine over the blue surgical mask.

“I need you to fight,” he commands. “Stay with me.”

I want to laugh, but it comes out as a wet cough. I want to remind him that I spent three years fighting for him, fighting for us, until he locked me out in the cold. I want to tell continue reading …