The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

big box.”

I tucked the note into my palm.

The flour bags stared up at me like witnesses.

She knocked again.

“Please. I need it.”

I opened the door.

Kayla stood there with her hair piled on top of her head, no makeup, no glitter, no phone held out in front of her.

For once, she looked nineteen.

Not polished.

Not bright.

Just pale and terrified.

She wore an oversized continue reading …