#Chapter 25: Master of Disguise

Iris I must look like a wreck as I stare at the three tickets in Arthur’s hand, my mouth hanging open and the front of my shirt splattered with pancake batter, but I don’t care. I’m trying to figure out what Arthur’s angle is. After everything that I said to him yesterday, why would he show up here? And why would he try to take us out to the amusement park, of all things? But before I can answer, Miles whirls to face me and grins, his lips and cheeks stained purple from the blueberries he was just eating. “Can we, Mommy?” he pleads, clasping his hands together. “Oh, please, can we go?” I’m not sure what to say. It’s almost impossible for me to tell Miles ‘no’ under normal circumstances, and considering the fact that he was so upset during our weeks apart, I want nothing more than to give him the best time while we’re settling in here. Plus, with Arthur staring at us, no doubt judging every little thing I do, it’s even harder to deny Miles. Fina