The Brother Who Was Supposed To Be Dead
The room fell silent.
Dead silent.
For one terrifying moment, nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody spoke.
The shattered photograph lay scattered across the floor.
Sophia stared at Mr. Tom.
Then at Steve.
Then back at Mr. Tom.
Her heart pounded so hard it hurt.
Because she had heard the name before.
Twice.
First when Steve whispered it in his sleep.
Then in the notebook.
Now again.
And this time...
Nobody was pretending it didn't matter.
"Who is Stanley?"
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
Mr. Tom immediately looked at Steve.
Steve looked away.
The reaction alone was enough.
Sophia's stomach dropped.
Because suddenly she understood.
The lies were much bigger than she ima
