Everyone Mocked Me for Going to Prom With the School Outcast—Then He Exposed My Brother’s Secret in Front of the Entire Gym

here.”

“Before who gets here?”

Theo glanced toward the gym doors.

“Marcus.”

My fingers fumbled with the folder.

Chloe leaned over my shoulder.

The first page was a photocopy of a bank transfer authorization.

My name was on it.

My signature too.

Except I had never signed it.

“That isn’t my handwriting,” I breathed.

“Keep going,” Theo urged.

I turned the page.

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