When Emily ordered a pizza one quiet evening while her fiancé Jake was out of town, she expected nothing more than a solitary night with her favorite comfort food. Little did she know, the delivery would be the catalyst for unraveling the life she thought she knew. For three years, Emily and Jake had shared a comfortable routine in their small, cozy apartment, complete with mismatched cushions and the warmth of simple pleasures. One of their favorite rituals was ordering pizza from the same local spot. Tom, their regular delivery guy, had become a familiar face, always greeting them with a cheerful “How’s it going?”…
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