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

the veterinarian said.

“Whenever someone opens the exterior door, she tries to leave.”

“She wants Claire.”

“That is our belief.”

I took the printed photograph from my pocket.

Mercy smelled it and whined sharply.

Then she pawed at my arm.

“We’ll find her.”

The word we surprised me.

A door opened behind us.

Daniel Reed stood in the hallway.

He wore jeans, work continue reading …