My Husband and My Mother Poisoned Us and Put Us in the Ground. They Forgot One Thing: I Woke Up First
Again.
Again.
Shovels.
Someone was digging toward us.
I tried to scream and only a dry rasp came out, so I balled my fist and struck the lid above my face with the last of my strength. Thump.
Thump.
“I hear tapping down here!” a muffled voice shouted from somewhere above.
“Dig here — hurry!”