I stumbled back home in a daze, clutching the fake birth certificate in my hand.I had just reached the front door and was about to pull out my keys when I heard voices inside."The renovation on the new house is all paid for. We'll be able to move in next month." It was my dad, Hank Zimmer, and he sounded almost relieved."Then what are we going to tell Josh?" My mom, Bertha Greene, sounded unsure."What's there to tell him?" Fred Zimmer, my older brother, asked sharply. "Mom, you're not actually planning to let him move in with us, are you?""The new house only has three bedrooms. One for me, one for you and Dad, and I'm using the last one as my study."Mom sighed. "He's still your brother, after all.""That's enough!" Fred scoffed. "If it weren't for him, would my classmates have spent all these years laughing behind my back because my younger brother was stupid?"I wish he'd—""Fred!" Dad snapped, cutting him off. "Don't bring up what happened back then! If you hadn't push
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