The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

into a phone for a living.

The music stopped.

Kayla laughed.

That laugh.

Bright.

Careless.

Like coins spilling across a countertop.

I looked down at the box again.

Heavy-duty packing tape.

No company logo I recognized.

Just a plain shipping label.

“Enough,” I said.

I dragged the box inside.

It scraped across the threshold, sounding like a warning.

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