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

my thigh.

It was not enough to save me.

It was more kindness than I had received from another living creature in months.

“You remind me of someone,” I said.

Her eyes stayed on mine.

“She never knew when to quit either.”

My fingers moved toward the photograph inside my backpack.

I removed the plastic bag and held it beneath the weak light above the laundromat continue reading …