The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

something like fear.

Not fear of me.

Fear that the one person who understood the papers was leaving.

“I’ll come back,” I said.

Brian’s eyebrows rose.

“Come back?”

“Yes.”

“We have an appointment tomorrow morning.”

“You have an appointment. I do not.”

His face reddened.

“Dad, don’t start.”

I turned to Kayla.

“Gather every notice, bill, letter, payment record, and continue reading …