The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

porch.

I looked at it for a long time.

My throat tightened.

“I have something for you too,” I said.

Her eyebrows rose.

“Is it a folder?”

“No.”

“Is it a lecture?”

“Possibly.”

I handed her a key.

She stared at it.

“What is this?”

“Back door key. For emergencies. And muffins.”

Her mouth opened.

“Arthur.”

“Do not make a fuss.”

“You trust me with a key to your house?”

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