Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

a folder across the counter. “We’ve prepared a temporary arrangement. You’ll leave today. Mia and the baby need peace.”

I opened the folder. A nondisclosure agreement. A fifty-thousand-dollar check. A threat disguised as kindness.

Caleb’s grin returned. “Take it. Go back to your little condo.”

“My condo sold two years ago.”

He blinked. “What?”

I shut the continue reading …