Pizza Pizza!

A short time later, which felt like a long time with how your dad kept touching you, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. He smiled, relieved that the food had arrived, and headed towards the door. You stood frozen in the living room your mind still reeling from the sudden arrival of Emily and your mother's obvious intention to play host.

The sound of the door opening and your father's cheerful greeting to the delivery person broke the spell, and you felt a surge of relief that the evening was taking a more mundane turn. Your father walked back into the kitchen, a steaming hot pizza box in his hands, and set it down on the counter.

You took a deep breath and head to your son's room to tell him that his presence was needed in the kitchen. As you walked down the hallway, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. A muffled sound coupe be heard and you felt a surge of unease. You raised your hand to knock on the door, but hesitated for a moment, you decided to just walk in.