A hurried note on a delivery bag sent me to the backyard, where I made a disturbing discovery. The message from our regular delivery guy, Ravi, warned of an impending danger, but it was clear the threat was still present.
As a single mom, I relied on food delivery. Ravi, our usual delivery guy, had always been friendly with my kids, Kai and Isla. But last Tuesday, he seemed unusually tense, handing me the food and rushing off without a word.