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

and Promise slept inside a carrier.

I sat in front wearing my brown coat.

Dr. Brooks had cleaned it, though a faint dark stain remained near the collar.

The coat felt heavier than before.

Perhaps all rescued things do.

Hale’s hospice room was warm and quiet.

A small artificial Christmas tree stood near the window although the holiday had passed weeks earlier.continue reading …