Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

him that I am so tired of fighting.

But then a monitor blares a warning. My blood pressure is tanking.

I blink heavily, my vision narrowing to a tunnel. “Save her,” I slur, the darkness creeping over the edges of my sight. “That’s all.”

His eyes widen. “Our child?” he asks, the words barely carrying over the noise.

The anesthesia drags me down, wrapping continue reading …