*Shelby*

*Two Weeks Later*

The doorbell echoed down the foyer of the townhouse, pulling me from the world that had enveloped me as I read. I set the book down on the couch cushion next to me and padded to the foyer, my fuzzy socks sliding slightly on the wood floor.

“Hello, ma’am. That will be fifty-six dollars,” the pizza delivery boy said.

I reached for my wallet, sitting on the entryway table, and pulled ...