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

years old.

Her dark hair was shorter than Margaret had worn hers, and faint lines curved around her mouth.

She looked confident, tired, and beautiful.

I touched the picture with one bandaged finger.

The last time I had seen her, she was seventeen.

She had stood outside the courthouse while snow fell over her blue coat.

A reporter asked whether she had anything continue reading …