The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

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“I know.”

I opened it.

Inside was a framed photo.

Not polished.

Not professional.

A little blurry.

Taken from across the diner.

Me standing with one hand on the booth, giving that speech.

Kayla beside me, holding my hand.

Brian in the background, wiping his eyes and pretending not to.

Under the photo, she had written:

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