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

” I asked.

“She discovered more.”

The surgery doors opened, but only a nurse emerged.

We both stood.

“Ms. Avery is stable,” the nurse said.

“The procedure will continue for at least another hour.”

My legs weakened with relief.

Daniel sat again.

I remained standing.

“Who are you to her?” I asked.

He looked toward the floor.

“A friend.”

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