I often ordered food delivery on busy evenings, and over time, Ravi—the delivery driver in our neighborhood—became a familiar, friendly face. He always greeted my children warmly, lifting their spirits with jokes and high fives. But one evening, something about him felt different. He handed me the food quickly, avoided eye contact, and hurried back to his car. When I brought the bag inside, I noticed a message scribbled on the back: “Check your trash can.” The words sent a ripple of worry through me. After sending my children to wash up, I stepped into the backyard. When I opened one of the trash cans, I found several items that clearly didn’t belong to us. I didn’t understand what they meant, but I knew something was wrong. I immediately called the sheriff’s office, trying to stay calm for my children’s sake.
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