The First Encounter - Eighteen

I didn’t remember the drive home.

One minute, I was thanking Abigail Dawson with the world’s best fake smile. The next, I was back in my house, the door closing shut behind me as I heard the garage automatically shutting as Mo-Mo shut down with a quiet chime.

I stood there for a beat, just holding the box. My arms ached. My head throbbed.

Arthur.

I took a d…