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

A small silver pendant hung from it.

It was shaped like a snowflake.

I recognized it.

Margaret had bought two identical pendants at a Christmas market.

She kept one and gave the other to Claire on her sixteenth birthday.

Claire had worn hers the night of the accident.

“Where did you get that?” I asked.

“My adoptive mother said it was pinned inside my baby continue reading …