The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

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Marsha lifted a hand.

“Maybe we can all sit down and discuss goals.”

“No,” I said.

Brian’s face hardened.

“Dad, I canceled two client calls for this.”

“That was unwise.”

“Please don’t embarrass me.”

The sentence stunned me.

Not because it was cruel.

Because it was honest.

There it was.

Not “please be safe.”

Not “please let me help.”

Please don’t embarrass me.

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