Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

clatter. He does not even blink. He is staring at the screaming baby as if the entire universe has just collapsed and rebuilt itself inside this room.

He looks at me, his eyes wide, wet, and utterly destroyed.

I am too weak to feel vindicated. I am too drained to enjoy his devastation.

“Her name is Elena,” I whisper.

I woke at 3 AM to the sound of the continue reading …