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

was true.

The first Christmas we spent together, Claire gave me a box containing every letter I had written in prison.

The chaplain had kept copies after Hale intercepted them.

Claire had obtained them through the investigation.

We sat near the window while snow fell over the street.

“Read one,” she said.

“I remember what they say.”

“I don’t.”

I opened a letter continue reading …