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

across me when Daniel opened the door.

Her chain had been replaced by a temporary leash, but she nearly tore it from his hand.

She dragged us across the lot toward the abandoned auto shop.

Snow reached our knees.

My lungs burned.

The building’s side door hung crooked on one hinge.

Mercy squeezed through the gap.

Inside, the air smelled of rust, oil, and frozen continue reading …