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

knit cap pulled low over his forehead.

He could not have been more than thirty.

Another paramedic hurried behind him with a stretcher.

The young man touched my neck.

“I have a pulse.”

“The dog?” the woman asked.

“Alive.”

“There’s something inside his shirt.”

The young man opened my collar and saw the puppy.

His face changed.

“My God.”

He looked at me again.

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