The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

playing cards.

A dining room with fake flowers.

An exercise room with polished handrails.

A floor plan smaller than my living room.

“It’s a beautiful place,” he said.

“I’m sure it is.”

“They have activities.”

“I have activities.”

“Watching old movies is not an activity.”

“Insulting my life is not a conversation.”

He rubbed his forehead.

“I’m trying to keep you continue reading …