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

glove and held his hand beneath the dog’s nose.

“It’s all right, sweetheart.”

She smelled his fingers.

Then she looked at his face and stopped growling.

Something passed between them.

The young man went still.

“Mercy,” he whispered.

I thought the cold had damaged my hearing.

“What did you call her?”

He did not answer immediately.

The woman looked at him.

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