NOAH
I stared at the note, dumbfounded.
Theo wouldn’t do this. It just wasn’t possible.
“That’s his handwriting,” dad whispered.
It was… but the message wasn’t right.
“He physically held the pen, yes… but he didn’t write that message.”
Dad glanced at me, eyes concerned.
“Can I see it again, Noah?” Ava asked, voice low.
I nodded, passing her the paper. She read it again, before stopping and pointing about half way down. “This isn’t right. Theo wouldn’t say this.”
“Theo wouldn’t say what?” Dad asked.
“Theo and I have… shared girls before, dad. That’s happily shared too. Me being in the group wouldn’t be a problem. It would have been more believable if he’d said Callum or Oscar were the problem, but not me.”
“I agree, Jacob,” Ava replied. “I’m sure you don’t like hearing about your
