When I placed a pizza order while my fiancé was away, I anticipated an evening of solitude, not a revelation that would shake my world. Unbeknownst to me, this delivery was about to rescue me from a catastrophic marriage.
Living with Jake was akin to settling into a cozy yet predictable routine. Our modest apartment, adorned with comfy throws and eclectic cushions, seemed like a safe haven. I’m Emily, and for the past three years, Jake and I have reveled in life’s simple joys.
Our most common indulgence was ordering pizza during our chilled-out evenings. It had become our ritual. While Jake perused movie options, I would call our beloved local pizza joint.
Tom, our regular delivery man, recognized us instantly. His timely arrivals, always accompanied by a bright “How’s it going?” filled our small entryway. However, tonight was different; it was only me. Jake was on a business trip, and the quietness felt overwhelming.
opted for my go-to order, a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese. When the doorbell chimed, it was Tom, as usual, but his demeanor was unusual tonight. His smile seemed forced, and his hands trembled slightly as he handed over the pizza box.
“Evening, Emily. Jake’s not here tonight?” Tom inquired, his voice wavering slightly.
“Just me tonight,” I replied, attempting to sound upbeat. Tom nodded and hurriedly turned to leave—perhaps too hastily.
As I closed the door, his behavior left me unsettled. Was he alright? Brushing aside my concerns, I brought the warm box to the kitchen. The familiar scent of garlic and tomato sauce enveloped me, usually a comforting embrace.
Yet, when I opened the box, my heart leaped. Scribbled inside the lid with a black Sharpie was the chilling message, “He is not who you think. Check your door camera.”
Suddenly, the pizza lost its appeal, and a chill of dread swept over me. My hands shook as I placed the box down, the once welcoming ambiance of the apartment now overshadowed by a heavy silence. What would the door camera reveal?