The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

“Okay, besties, wait until you see what came today!”

I froze.

My porch.

My box.

My eye twitched.

For six weeks, her deliveries had landed at my door.

Small boxes.

Medium boxes.

One long box I had to drag inside during a rainstorm because nobody was home.

And every time, I had done the decent thing.

I had carried them over.

I had knocked.

I had waited.

I had been continue reading …