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

while people scraped windshields and complained into phones.

Life had resumed with its usual impatience.

I watched faces at bus stops.

Every dark-haired woman became Claire for half a second.

“When did she report her dog missing?” I asked.

“She didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“The dog disappeared at approximately the same time Claire did.”

“Where was Mercy found?”

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