Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

clatter of metal trays. I hear Nicolás swearing softly, a desperate, continuous prayer mixed with medical commands.

“Come on,” he murmurs. “Come on, come on…”

Then, a sudden, heavy silence falls over the room.

It is the worst silence in the world. It is the absence of life.

I fight the drugs. I drag myself upward through the suffocating darkness, forcing continue reading …