Buried Betrayal on Eight Hundred Acres 34

buttoned my coat.

“I packed nothing that didn’t belong to me,” I said.

My mother’s face tightened.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I looked at Camille once.

“You should sleep while you still can.”

Her smile flickered.

It was small.

It was quick.

But I saw it.

Outside, the rain turned the driveway silver.

I walked past the garage cameras.

I walked past my father’s continue reading …