Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

a tiny, motionless form.

Nicolás is standing over my open body, his hands covered in my blood. He slowly turns his head to look at the warming table.

And that is when I see it. The horror.

It completely breaks across his perfect face. The great Dr. Herrera looks like a man who has just watched his soul burn to ash.

“Bag her,” he orders the pediatric team,continue reading …