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

I moved toward the hole.

My knees touched the frozen boards.

“Claire,” I said.

Silence answered.

I leaned closer.

“It’s Dad.”

A sound came from below.

It might have been a sob.

It might have been my name.

Then the floor cracked beneath us.

Daniel seized the back of my coat and pulled me away as another board collapsed.

Through the widening hole, I saw a pale continue reading …