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

anything. I do, and I know my signature was forged.”

“Eliza…”

His voice lowered.

Theo stepped slightly in front of me.

Skinny.

Shaking.

Wearing a thrift-store suit.

Yet standing firm.

“She doesn’t need your permission to read what belongs to her,” he said.

Marcus glared at him.

“You don’t get to speak to me, kid. You don’t even exist.”

“He exists more than you continue reading …