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

Snowplows scraped the street outside.

“I failed them,” I said.

“Both of them.”

Daniel picked up my cane and handed it back.

“That isn’t the same as murder.”

“Sometimes it is.”

Two hours later, Claire came out of surgery.

Her ankle had been repaired with screws and a metal plate.

The doctors expected a long recovery but believed she would walk again.

They allowed continue reading …