The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

meetings.

Not a happy smile.

A management smile.

“Dad,” he called. “There you are.”

My stomach tightened.

I had forgotten he was coming.

Or rather, I had tried to forget.

Brian glanced at Kayla, then at the open box behind me.

His smile thinned.

“Is this a bad time?”

“Yes,” I said.

“No,” Kayla said at the same time.

Brian’s eyes moved between us.

“Dad, we need continue reading …