Emily ordered pizza while her fiancé was away, expecting a calm night alone, not a life-changing message. Unknowingly, the delivery would save her from a bad marriage.
Living with Jake was like being in a routine. I thought our modest flat with its soft wraps and odd cushions was our refuge. Emily here, and Jake and I have made simple joys a routine for three years.
On idle evenings, we ordered pizza from the same local spot most often. It was ritual. Jake checked movie listings while I called our favorite pizza.
Delivery man Tom knew us by name. His enthusiastic “How’s it going?” filled our modest foyer every time he visited. Tonight, only I was there. Business trips took Jake out of town, so the quiet was louder.
I ordered one pepperoni with extra cheese pizza, as usual. Tom answered the doorbell, but he seemed strange tonight. His hands shook as he handed me the pizza box, and his smile was
