Paige squeezed my shoulder tightly as tears streamed down her own face.

Then Austin added one more crucial detail.

“But the night before the crash, Brandon left a voice message on my private phone,” Austin said.

“He told me that if anything ever happened to him on that mountain, I should look for a blue survey marker near the north bend.”

I stared blankly at the open storage unit full of Brandon’s hidden files.

“He trusted you,” I said softly, the realization cutting deep.