The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

nodded.

“And your father is the man with the mustache who calls everyone ‘kiddo’?”

“That’s him.”

I sat down slowly on the edge of the couch.

My knees had begun to complain.

“Your parents are good people.”

“Yes,” Kayla said.

A drop of frosting fell from the spoon onto the counter.

She wiped it with her thumb.

“They are.”

Something in her voice warned me not to continue reading …