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

machine beside me kept time with my heart.

My fingers were wrapped in gauze, an intravenous line entered my arm, and heated blankets covered me from chest to feet.

For several seconds, I did not remember the storm.

Then I heard a puppy cry.

I sat up too quickly.

Pain moved through my skull.

“Easy,” a woman said.

She stood beside the window wearing blue scrubs continue reading …