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

“You washed the blood from my coat,” Claire said.

“You told me I had fallen.”

“You had a head wound.”

“You told me Mom was dead.”

“She was.”

“You told me you had killed her.”

Claire’s eyes opened.

The certainty in her voice frightened me.

“You decided I had done it, and then you built a lie large enough to live inside for the rest of your life.”

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