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

toward him.

“You think a lawyer with old files understands that night better than the man who lived it?”

Daniel’s voice shook.

“I think you have been lying for twenty-nine years.”

My body moved before thought.

I seized the front of his shirt.

The cane fell.

“Thomas!”

Daniel did not push me away.

His face was inches from mine.

“You did not kill Margaret,” he continue reading …