“You just seemed very distant and shaken when I saw you this morning,” he said.

“I just had a very rough night and couldn’t sleep,” I offered.

“Did something happen with Daisy?” he asked gently.

“No, Daisy’s fine,” I answered.

He studied me for a long moment.

“Then what’s bothering you so much?”

The urge to confront him right then and there surged wildly in my chest.

I wanted to pull the note out of my pocket and demand to know why Brandon had written his name, why he had warned me not to trust the police report, and what he knew about the blue marker.