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

me standing above her mother’s body.

One dying word from the man who created that image finally began to erase it.

Hale opened his eyes again.

“There is something else.”

None of us spoke.

“The letter that brought you to the auto shop was not mine.”

“It was written in your hand.”

“My hand can be copied.”

“The hospice address was yours.”

“Someone wanted you to continue reading …