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
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