My one-bedroom apartment was all I needed. I was in a beautiful relationship and about to tie the knot,
so that tiny place became our little sanctuary, cozy and warm, a place where my new life was about to start, or so I thought so,
until I received a strange message written on a pizza box.
When Ryan and I moved to the apartment that I got to love so much, we often ordered pizza from the pizzeria just around the corner.
It was always the same, a double pepperoni with extra cheese.
That Saturday evening, as I was going through the wedding guest list, I decided to treat myself with some pizza.
Ryan was on a business trip, and didn’t feel like cooking.
Making that order changed my life forever.
Around half an hour later, the delivery guy that always delivered our pizza, greeted me.
He had his cap on, as usual, but his demeanor was strange.
