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

life.

My knee buckled before I reached the end of the lot.

I nearly dropped them.

The mother dog lifted her head and looked at me, not with accusation but with concern.

That look angered me more than pity would have.

“You’re the one freezing to death,” I muttered.

She gave a faint whine.

“I’m fine.”

It was a lie, and we both knew it.

I staggered forward, following continue reading …