The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

garage door hummed.

From the apartment next door, I heard Kayla laughing on a video.

Then I heard her say, “Okay, real talk. Today I messed up a batch of frosting and cried in a pantry, so if your day wasn’t perfect either, come sit with me.”

I smiled.

Not because she was loud.

Because she was honest.

A car slowed in front of the house.

Brian waved from the continue reading …