The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

to talk.”

“We talked Tuesday.”

“We didn’t finish.”

“I finished.”

He sighed, the way people sigh when they want witnesses to believe they are patient.

“Dad, please. Not in front of the neighbor.”

Kayla bent toward the box. “I’ll just—”

I caught her sleeve.

“Leave it.”

She blinked.

Brian frowned.

“Dad.”

I looked at my son.

Forty-six years old.

My only child.

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