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

life.

I had believed him.

My stomach turned.

“That box belonged to Hale,” I said.

Daniel stared at me.

“You have seen it before?”

“What was inside?”

“You just said—”

“I saw the box.”

I moved toward the window.

“I never saw inside.”

“Why did Hale hide it beneath the auto shop?”

The old truth rose inside me, bitter and alive.

“The night Margaret died.”

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