At first, I assumed it was another note from Brandon, but the handwriting was clearly different: small, precise, and completely unfamiliar.

It held only a single line:

“If Hannah ever discovers this storage unit, inform her that the man depicted in the photo is not Brandon.”

Right under that sentence was a recent date written in red ink.

Three months ago.

And below the date was an address I recognized instantly.

It was the address of our old family cabin in Pine Ridge.

PART 4