The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

eyes.

“How bad?”

She hesitated.

Then she pointed at the laptop.

“There’s a folder.”

I did not move.

“Kayla, I won’t look unless you ask me.”

She wrapped both arms around herself.

For all the flour and sweat and hard work, she still looked like a child standing at the edge of deep water.

“I’m asking,” she whispered.

So I looked.

And there it was.

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