I rushed to my backyard after seeing a hasty scrawl on a delivery bag, where I discovered something unsettling.
My family may have been spared a horrific situation by the mysterious message from our usual delivery man, Ravi, but it was obvious that danger was still there.
Being a single mother, I often depend on food delivery when I’m too worn out to prepare meals for my children. Our regular delivery man, Ravi,
Became become more than simply a well-known figure. He was usually amiable, giving my kids, Kai and Isla, high fives before leaving. However, something felt different last Tuesday.
Ravi showed up with an abnormally strained appearance. I was left perplexed as he quickly returned to his vehicle after handing me our dinner without saying anything. “What is the matter with Ravi?” Kai looked out the window and questioned.
“I’m not sure, friend. As I watched his vehicle go off down the street, I said, “Perhaps he’s in a hurry.” Still perplexed by Ravi’s odd conduct,
