His eyes filled again.
“I wish I could tell you.”
“You can.”
“No. I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because Ben made me promise.”
I stared at him.
“Promise what?”
Arnold looked down the corridor.
Then he lowered his voice.
“That if you came here, I wasn’t supposed to tell you until he was ready.”
“Ready for what?”
Arnold didn’t answer.
And that was when I saw something in his hand.A small white envelope.
My name was written across the front.
My stomach dropped.
“Is that for me?”
Arnold closed his fingers around it.
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
“Because I wasn’t sure I should.”
I held out my hand.
“Give it to me.”
He hesitated.
Then he placed the envelope in my palm.
