My phone suddenly vibrated again as an incoming call from Austin filled the screen.

I answered right away and held the phone to my ear without saying a word.

For several heavy seconds, the only sound on the line was the ragged breathing of the man on the other end.

“Hannah,” Austin said, his voice trembling with emotion.

“I should have told you this five years ago.”

My voice came out as a fragile whisper.

“You actually saw Brandon alive that night?”