At the Store, I Paid for an Elderly Woman’s Groceries. She Leaned in Close and Whispered: “When Your Husband Is Away, Don’t Touch the Snow in the Yard.” I Laughed at the Time, but When a Blizzard Hit and the Neighbor’s Dog Vanished Right Under My Window, I Realized the “Snow” Wasn’t Frozen Water—It Was a Cold, Shimmering Grave for the Secrets My Husband Had Buried.

The Warning in the Checkout Line The snow was already beginning to dust the parking lot of the local grocer…