Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

Caleb Voss, bent over her with a smile that turned my blood to ice.

“Let him cry,” he whispered. “You need to learn your lesson for burning my dinner.”

Mia swallowed a sob. “Caleb, please. He’s hungry.”

“He can wait.”

I remained in the doorway barefoot and silent, my thumb steady against the screen.

Caleb noticed me three seconds later.

His expression shifted continue reading …