Everyone Laughed When I Agreed to Dance With the Class Outcast at Prom – But the Tiny Box He Handed Me at Midnight Made My Knees Buckle

transfer authorization.

My name was at the bottom.

My signature.

Except I had never signed it.

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

“Keep going,” Theo urged.

I flipped to the next page.

A printout of an email from a law firm, addressed to Marcus.

It confirmed the closure of a trust fund the week before my eighteenth birthday.

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