The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

handwriting was round and rushed.

Kayla—
This should get you through the weekend rush. I found the cheaper supplier we talked about. Please remember to sleep.
—M.

I stared.

Weekend rush?

Sleep?

Before I could think, someone pounded on my door.

Not knocked.

Pounded.

“Mr. Whitaker?”

Kayla’s voice cracked through the wood.

“Mr. Whitaker, please tell me you got a continue reading …