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

moment before disaster without warning anyone inside the frame.**

The mother dog sniffed the plastic.

“My wife,” I said, touching Margaret’s face.

“She died in the snow too.”

The dog’s eyes did not turn away.

“They said I killed her.”

A gust rattled the glass behind me.

“I told them I did.”

The words hung there between us.

Even after all those years, saying continue reading …