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

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Claire looked toward the green donated parka hanging by the door.

“I see your standards have changed.”

The old rhythm between us appeared for one second.

Then grief entered again.

“I wrote to you,” I said.

“In prison?”

“I never received anything.”

“I never mailed them.”

“I didn’t know what to say.”

“You could have started with the truth.”

“I told the truth continue reading …