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

from beside the radiator and walked toward him.

She smelled the cat, ignored its hiss, and pressed her head against Walter’s knee.

His face crumpled.

I placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Because stopping is more dangerous,” I said.

Outside, the wind rose.

Inside, someone poured coffee.

Claire laughed in the kitchen.

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