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

them aloud changed the temperature of the world.

The dog gave a low breath.

“That’s why my daughter hates me.”

I slipped the photograph back into the bag.

“She had every reason.”

The puppy moved against my chest.

The motion was faint, but it was life.

I cupped my hand around it.

A soft humming sound came from the mother dog.

She was soothing her baby.

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