The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

“This isn’t over.”

“No,” I said. “But this visit is.”

He left with Marsha.

This time, he did slam the car door.

Not violently.

Just enough to rattle the silence.

When I turned back, Kayla was staring at the floor.

“I should go.”

“No.”

“I made things worse.”

“You did not.”

“He hates me.”

“He does not know you.”

She gave me a look.

I almost smiled.

“Yes,” I said. “I continue reading …