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

me that had nothing to do with the storm.

“Claire showed me your photograph.”

“Because we were looking for you together.”

I sat very still.

“She wanted to speak to you?”

“For months.”

“Then why didn’t she?”

“She found you outside the library, just as I said.”

Daniel rubbed both hands over his face.

“She sat in her car for almost an hour.”

“I saw her.”

“She called continue reading …