The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

Traitors.

I stood slowly.

The diner quieted.

I looked at the faces.

Old.

Young.

Tired.

Kind.

Curious.

Imperfect.

All of us judging.

All of us hoping to be judged less harshly.

“I received a package that did not belong to me,” I said.

Kayla grinned.

“And I opened it.”

A few people laughed.

“I was wrong to do that.”

Kayla nodded dramatically.

“I was also wrong about what continue reading …