The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

You’re stubborn.”

He stood.

“And you are rushed,” I said.

He froze.

I saw it then.

The flicker.

The small crack.

“Why?” I asked.

“Why what?”

“Why the hurry?”

“There is no hurry.”

“You said the advisor needs my signature by Friday.”

“That’s just the timeline.”

“Whose timeline?”

His mouth tightened.

“Good night, Dad.”

He left.

The door shut softly.

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