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The funny thing was, they thought I still needed them.

Six months earlier, after Brandon \u201cborrowed\u201d my social security card to \u201chelp with insurance paperwork,\u201d I started scanning everything. Bank notices. Loan letters. The locked file cabinet in Dad\u2019s office. The email Mom left open on the family iPad. I didn\u2019t understand all of it at first, but I understood enough to make copies.

My name was on loans I had never taken.

My dead grandmother\u2019s trust had been drained.

And Brandon\u2019s truck, the one Dad bragged he bought with \u201chard work,\u201d had been paid for with money my grandmother left for my tuition.

I folded the deferral form in half. Then in half again.

Mom whispered, \u201cAva, don\u2019t make this any harder.\u201d

Brandon leaned forward. \u201cSay you lied. Then we can all eat.\u201d

I stood up. My knees were shaking, but my voice came out steady. \u201cAlright.\u201d

Dad smiled, victorious. Brandon actually winked at me.

By sunrise, my room was packed into two trash bags and my old suitcase. I had slept maybe twenty minutes. At 5:48 a.m., Brandon burst into my doorway barefoot, pale as milk, holding his phone like it had bitten him.

\u201cPlease tell me you didn\u2019t send it,\u201d he said.

Dad appeared behind him, still in his robe, annoyed. \u201cSend what?\u201d

Then Mom screamed from downstairs.

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