The days at school felt strange.
The news about me and Jeremiah being brothers spread like wildfire. Everywhere I went, people whispered and stared.
Some said it was a joke.
Others said it was impossible. Everyone knew we hated each other, so the idea of us sharing the same blood made no sense to them.
They didn’t know the full story. They didn’t know how much I hated having to pretend. But for now, I had no choice. Jeremiah’s father—Zack—had leverage over me, and I needed to find out exactly what he was planning. Until I did, I had to play along.
Still, it didn’t make sense to me. Why did my mother go along with this story? Why did she let Zack tell the world he was my father? A father was supposed to protect his child, not hurt him.
I couldn’t stop asking myself—why now? Why did
