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

worse.

“Why didn’t she speak to me?”

“She was afraid.”

“Of me?”

“Of what the truth might do to both of you.”

I looked toward Mercy.

The dog’s crescent scar seemed pale against her dark muzzle.

“What happened to her nose?”

Daniel hesitated.

“She cut it on a broken window at the old auto shop.”

My breath stopped.

“What old auto shop?”

“The one behind the vacant continue reading …