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

my eyes.

The last thing I remembered clearly was the dog pressing her scarred nose beneath my hand.

Then there was a light moving through the storm.

A voice shouted from far away.

“Sir!”

I tried to answer.

Nothing came out.

Boots struck the pavement.

“Sir, can you hear me?”

A man knelt beneath the awning.

He wore a dark paramedic jacket, snow goggles, and a continue reading …