The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

I could get you somewhere safe, sell this place, settle things, then at least one part of life would be under control.”

“There it is,” I said softly.

He nodded.

“There it is.”

Kayla stood by the kitchen doorway, silent.

Brian looked around the room.

“But I made your life the thing I tried to control.”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

The words sat between us.

Plain.

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