The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

stiff in old suits.

And now Kayla, flour-dusted and bright, standing beside the old man who had opened the wrong box and found the truth.

But after a while, it looked right.

Like the mantel had been waiting for one more unlikely piece.

That night, after Kayla left, I sat on the porch.

The neighborhood was quiet.

Not silent.

Quiet.

A dog barked somewhere.

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