The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

inhaled sharply behind me.

Marsha pretended not to hear.

I opened the door wider.

“Brian, take Miss Bell and leave.”

“Dad—”

“Now.”

He looked past me at the papers.

Then at Kayla.

Something ugly moved across his face.

“This girl is using you.”

Kayla went white.

My hand tightened on the door.

“Stop.”

“She’s filling your head with her family problems because you have continue reading …