Tasting Blood In The Sugar
Language: en
After the earthquake, Mom fell asleep. I curled up in her arms, which were slowly growing cold beneath the massive slab of concrete. I sucked on her fingers, swallowing the sweet red syrup tea she had fed me. From the black box—the two-way radio trapped in the rubble near us—my father’s voice crackled through the static. "Prioritize the light casualties. And Bella. Get Bella out. As for Madeline... she's resilient. Let her wait. She's not going to die from waiting." It was really him. Mom had told me Dad was coming to save us soon. But why was Dad telling Mom to wait? I peeked at my…