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

if Claire ever returned.

I would tell her that I was sorry.

I would tell her that prison had not been the worst punishment.

I would tell her I remembered every birthday and had written letters I never sent.

Now she was beneath a ruined floor, and the only words I could find were useless.

“Are you cold?” I called.

Her face turned toward my voice.

“They’re continue reading …