“He was standing right by the edge of the service road.

He was alive when I arrived at the scene.”

The small storage unit seemed to shrink around us as those words hung in the air.

I read the text over and over, looking for any other possible meaning.

Alive.

Brandon had been alive when Austin reached the crash site.

“If he was alive when Austin got there, then why did everyone say he died in the crash?” Paige asked, her voice trembling.

“I don’t know,” I stammered, completely bewildered.