“Because I was desperately trying to get down every detail of what I saw that night before my mind twisted the memories,” he confessed brokenly.

“I was terrified I’d start remembering things wrong.”

“Why didn’t you show me this notebook five years ago?!” I shouted, my grief turning into rage.

“Because I truly thought I could find Brandon on my own before I had to destroy your life with the truth!” he wept.

“Five years is an agonizingly long time to keep searching in silence, Austin!” I yelled.

“I know it is, Hannah,” he whispered miserably.