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

she closed her eyes.

“You’re safe,” I whispered.

Her tail struck the blanket once.

Dr. Brooks opened the kennel.

Mercy moved into my arms.

The sound she made was low and broken.

It was the sound of relief after fear has been held too long.

I buried my face against her neck.

No one spoke.

The puppy began squeaking.

Mercy turned immediately.

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