Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

They only struck where marks could be hidden.

Caleb’s gaze dropped to my phone.

“Delete that.”

“No.”

His smile narrowed. “Careful, Eleanor. You’re living in my guest room.”

I rocked Noah gently once, then again. “Your guest room?”

“My house. My rules.”

Mia whispered, “Mom, don’t.”

That whisper wounded me more deeply than any threat. My bright, laughing daughter continue reading …