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

my nails and my fingers burned before turning numb.

“I’m here,” I kept saying, though I had no idea whether the words helped either of us.

The chain would not pull free, and the stake would not bend no matter how hard I yanked.

Near the fence, I found a broken piece of concrete and slammed it against a frozen link again and again.

The chain only rang back continue reading …