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

door.

The picture had been taken in the summer of 1994.

Claire stood between her mother and me at Minnehaha Falls, sixteen years old and pretending not to smile.

Margaret wore white sunglasses and held one hand against her hair.

I looked younger than I remembered ever being.

We appeared ordinary.

**That was the cruelty of photographs: they preserved the continue reading …