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

hated you,” she whispered.

“I wanted you to suffer.”

“I refused your calls.”

“There were only three.”

“I told the prison chaplain never to contact me again.”

“He respected your wishes.”

“I celebrated when they denied parole.”

I sat beside her again.

“You were a child.”

“I was twenty-six by then.”

“You were still my child.”

She pressed my bandaged hand to her continue reading …