A hasty scribble on a delivery bag sent me to my backyard, leading to a disturbing discovery that could have saved my family from something terrible. The cryptic note from Ravi, our regular delivery man, hinted at a danger that was still looming, a threat I couldn’t ignore.
As a single mother, I often rely on food deliveries when I am too exhausted to cook for my children. Over time, Ravi became more than just a familiar face; He was a friend who clapped with my children Kai and Isla before he set off. But last Tuesday, something didn’t feel right. Ravi arrived unusually tense. He wordlessly handed me our food and hurried back to his car, leaving me confused.
« What’s wrong with Ravi? » Kai asked and looked out of the window.
« I don’t know, buddy. Maybe he’s in a hurry, » I replied and watched his car disappear down the road.
As I put the food on the kitchen counter, still wondering about Ravi’s strange behavior, I noticed that something was scribbled on the back of the delivery bag. The shaky handwriting immediately caught my attention, and when I read the message, dinner was the last thing on my mind.
« CHECK YOUR TRASH CAN. »
