It didn’t work. What Mateo had said about the veil reminded him way too much of his dream. Of the thing that looked like Maria.

“You were such a wussy kid,” Brandon said.

“I still am a wuss, I guess. I just dreamed about her tonight,” Mateo said. “There was this pale, skinny lady with dark hair and a veil in the bed instead of you. She turned around and looked right at me. Right at my face. Only I couldn’t see hers because of the veil. She grabbed my shoulder and squeezed super tight with these long, bony fingers and she said, ‘Aquí está mi hijo.’”

Brandon bit his lip. “What happened after that?”

“I woke up. You were shaking like crazy. The whole bed was rocking. It’s lucky Sean’s sleeping over at Steph’s room or he’d have gotten the wrong idea.”

Brandon tried to laugh. The sound wouldn’t come.

“Do you think it’s because of the accident?” Brandon asked. “The bad dreams, I mean?”

“Yes,” Mateo said. “If it was an accident.”

Brandon sat up straight and moved to the middle of the bed so he could meet Mateo’s eyes. Mateo looked right back at him, his face calm.

Had he been wondering too?

“You think she jumped on purpose?” Brandon was sure only he had thought about that. Whether Delilah might have planned it. “They said there were enough drugs in her system to make her think she could fly to the moon.”

“I don’t know what I think,” Mateo said. “I’ve been trying to figure it out ever since that night. Something just doesn’t seem right. I know Delilah. She wouldn’t just up and do a bunch of drugs the night before a practice. Especially something she hadn’t done before, like acid. Winning was too important to her.”

Brandon frowned. Maybe Mateo had a point. He knew Delilah better than Brandon did.

“Delilah did do acid, though,” Brandon said. “I mean, the hospital said so. Do you think they got the test wrong?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Mateo looked down.

There was a new note in Mateo’s voice. One that made Brandon nervous. “What is it?”

Mateo hesitated before he answered. “There’s only one other possibility I can think of, but it’s crazy.”

“What?”

“That someone pushed her.”

“What? No way. Everyone at this school loves Delilah.” What Mateo was saying was impossible. Even if what Brandon had just said wasn’t strictly true, either.

“I know,” Mateo said. “That’s why it’s so crazy.”

Brandon still hadn’t told anyone—not even Mateo—about Maria and Delilah going out that night. He’d promised Maria he wouldn’t. But the thought kept creeping back into his mind.