The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

to the papers near the laptop.

Then away.

“No,” she said quickly. “Never mind.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Kayla.”

She swallowed.

“You don’t even like me.”

“I don’t know you.”

“You opened my box and called my life nonsense.”

“Yes.”

“And now you want my family secrets?”

The truth landed square.

I had nothing to defend myself with.

“You’re right,” I said.

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