The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

I were labeling folders at the table.

I saw him through the window and felt my chest tighten.

Kayla saw my face.

“You want me to go?”

“No.”

Brian knocked.

I opened the door.

He looked tired.

Not polished tired.

Truly tired.

His eyes were red.

His hair was less perfect.

“Dad,” he said.

I waited.

He glanced past me at Kayla.

“Can we talk privately?”

“No,” I said.

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