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

beneath the floor.

Three slow knocks.

We froze.

The sound came again.

Mercy began digging.

“Claire!” I shouted.

A voice rose from below us, weak but unmistakable.

He dropped flat against the floor.

“I’m here!”

“Mercy?”

“She’s here.”

A pause followed.

Then my daughter asked the question that broke what remained of my heart.

“Did she find him?”

Daniel looked at me.continue reading …