Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

his voice shaking. “Push epi. Breathe. Breathe!”

The seconds stretch into eternity. One. Two. Three. Four.

My heart stops. I am ready to die. If she is gone, I want to go with her.

Then—a sound.

It cuts through the antiseptic air like a razor. Small. Wet. Furious.

A cry.

My baby cries out against the harsh, cold world, a brilliant, beautiful wail of life.continue reading …