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

and merciless, while the mother stared at me with fading honey-brown eyes.

I had found the heartbeat she was hiding, but giving them my coat meant the cold would come for me next.

“You picked a miserable night to become a mother,” I said.

Her gaze did not leave my face.

There was something almost human in it, something exhausted but steady.

“I suppose you continue reading …