Noah seemed more bothered by this than I was. I had just become numb to it. My brother didn't want me...I wasn't surprised that my uncle was the same. He dragged me to our room and plopped down at his desk, flipping open his laptop.
"What are you doing..?" I asked, standing by his side.
"Getting even." He opened the google search engine and started to type. "They want to claim no relation? I'd like to see them try." He was clicking on a link to a blog and then clicked the 'contact' tab.
"I don't know if this is a good idea." I said hesitantly. "Shouldn't we talk with your parents before doing anything rash? Mr. Duncan said that they're still trying to contact them to do a dna test. It's probably best if we just wait."
"Right!" He lit up. "They're not responding to child services. I should mention that!" He was typing a mile a minute.
Seeing that he couldn't be reasoned with, I just tried to keep up with what he was writing.
