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

“You’ve made your point.”

I pushed away from the fence and kept walking.

A pair of headlights appeared through the snow.

I raised one arm.

The car passed without slowing.

Its tires sprayed gray slush over my trousers.

I shouted after it, though the driver could not hear me.

The dog’s head lifted at the anger in my voice.

“Sorry,” I said.

“I used to be more continue reading …