The Fake Son's Victory
“But what about everything before that? You encouraged people to bully me. You had them hurt me. You even tried to drug me. That’s assault, Howard. And I already submitted the evidence.”
I glanced past him.
“Look. The police are here.”
Dad panicked and reached for me, begging me to sign another statement asking for leniency.
“Caleb, Howard is still your brother. If he goes to jail, it won’t sound good for you either, right?”
“Brother?” I tilted my head and smiled. “Didn’t you say I was the fake son?”
“That was just a joke between us,” Dad said, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he forced a smile.