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

next page showed an offshore account number.

Routing details.

Numbers with too many zeros.

My college fund.

Marcus was planning to take my parents’ final gift to me.

“How,” I whispered. “How did you get this?”

“I work in the principal’s office during fifth period,” Theo said quietly. “Filing. Faxes. Three continue reading …