# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

hand.

For a moment, neither of us spoke.

“Your hands are bandaged,” she said.

“So are yours.”

“What happened?”

“I dug Mercy out.”

“Of course you did.”

I could not tell whether the words were praise or accusation.

Perhaps they were both.

“They’ll take care of you now,” I said.

“Come with me.”

I hesitated.

She saw it.

One word.

That was all it took to make a homeless continue reading …