(Kim's Point of View)
"Where is Arthur?" As soon as I went into the mansion after work, I asked Ms. Ruth. I left early today, around 3 p.m. on a Wednesday.
She seemed unsure. I gave her a strange look. "Is there a problem, Ms. Ruth?"
She made a shaky motion with her head. "Arthur is in the garden, but he is not alone,"
"Does he have a visitor?" I asked, heading over to the couch, but stopped when she said a name.
"Kareen,"
I tossed my purse on the sofa and dashed out the door, headed to the rear, where Arthur was with my wonderful twin sister stooping to his level on the wheelchair.
What were they talking about? Curiosity got me closer and their words became clearer.
"I know I f****d up but please Arthur, I'm sorry, accept me back,"
I gaped in surprise. The vig
