My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First

“Mom?” Wyatt’s voice was so small it broke what was left of my heart.

“It’s so dark.

I can’t move my legs.

Mom, I’m scared.”

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” I said, finding his hand and holding it.

“Don’t move too much.

I’ve got you.”

“Are we dead?” Mason whispered, his breathing climbing toward panic.