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

over my face filled with warm oxygen.

The world narrowed to the mother dog walking beside my stretcher despite her exhaustion.

Her chain dragged behind her like a line connecting us to the darkness.

Then the ambulance doors closed.

For the first time in years, someone held my hand.

It was the young paramedic.

“My name is Daniel Reed,” he said.

His voice sounded continue reading …