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

dated December 24, 1999.

Claire had been twenty-one then.

My handwriting looked stronger than it did now.

Dear Claire,

The prison yard is white tonight.

Snow softens the fences until they almost look harmless.

I wonder whether you still put too much cinnamon in your coffee.

Your mother always said you learned that from me.

I know you believe I destroyed our continue reading …