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

had taken their share.

When I lifted, her body sagged against me.

The puppy gave a thin squeak from inside the coat.

The sound was so small that the wind almost erased it, yet it entered me like a bell.

For twenty-nine years, I had tried not to remember another small sound.

It had been the sound of my daughter crying in the back of a police car while her continue reading …