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

her before anyone scanned her.”

The machine beside me seemed louder.

“Who owns her?”

Evelyn did not answer.

“Who owns the dog?”

She reached into a folder and removed a printed page.

“The chip is registered to a woman named Claire Avery.”

The room tilted.

For twenty-nine years, I had prepared myself for many kinds of pain.

I had imagined hearing that Claire continue reading …