A message from the delivery person prompted me to set up security cameras at my home – I will always appreciate his help.

A quick note scribbled on a package sent me rushing to my backyard, where I made a startling discovery that might have saved my family from a terrifying situation. The cryptic message from Ravi, our usual delivery person, hinted at an ongoing threat that I couldn’t afford to ignore.

As a single mother raising two kids, I often rely on food delivery when I’m too exhausted to cook. Over time, Ravi had become more than just a familiar face—he was a friend who would always greet my children, Kai and Isla, with high-fives before heading off. But last Tuesday, something was off. Ravi seemed unusually nervous. He handed me our food silently and quickly retreated to his car, leaving me puzzled.

“What’s wrong with Ravi?” Kai asked, peering out the window.

“I’m not sure, buddy,” I replied, watching as Ravi’s car sped down the street. “Maybe he’s just in a hurry.”

As I set the food on the kitchen counter, still preoccupied with Ravi’s strange behavior, I noticed some writing on the back of the delivery bag. The hurried scrawl immediately caught my attention, and after reading the message, dinner was the last thing on my mind.

“Check your garbage bin.”

My heart raced as I struggled to stay calm for my children. “Why don’t you two clean up while I get everything ready?” I suggested, hoping to keep them out of the kitchen. Once they left, I quickly made my way to the backyard, Ravi’s words echoing in my mind. I approached the garbage cans, my hands trembling as I opened the first one. It was just our usual trash. But when I opened the second can, I froze. Inside was an old blanket concealing gloves, some small tools, and a bottle containing an unknown liquid. A wave of fear washed over me.

“Mom? Are you okay?” Isla’s voice startled me. I quickly closed the lid and forced a smile.

“I’m fine, sweetie,” I lied. “Just checking something. I’ll be right in.”

As soon as Isla was out of sight, I called the sheriff’s office.

“Sheriff’s Office, Leona speaking.”

“Leona, it’s Nora. I need you to come over immediately. I found something unsettling in my garbage.”

Leona’s tone shifted instantly when I described what I’d found. “Don’t touch anything. I’m on my way. Stay inside with the kids until I get there.”

After hanging up, I couldn’t shake the fear that gripped me. There had been a series of burglaries in our area, all with similar patterns. The thieves used chemicals to break locks and were meticulous about leaving no evidence. The terrifying thought struck me: my home could be their next target.

“Mom, what’s going on?” Kai asked, noticing my unease.

I forced a reassuring smile. “Everything’s fine, Kai. Let’s just focus on dinner.”

Just as we started eating, there was a knock at the door. I tensed up but felt relieved when I saw Leona through the peephole.

“I told the kids to stay at the table and went outside to speak with her,” I explained. I relayed everything to Leona—Ravi’s note, his odd behavior, and the disturbing discovery in the trash. She listened carefully, scanning the street as I spoke.

“You did the right thing by calling me,” she said. “I’ll have what you found analyzed. In the meantime, I suggest you enhance your security measures. We’ll have increased patrols in the area tonight.”

That night, I barely slept. Every small noise jolted me awake, and I spent hours researching security systems. By morning, I was jittery from lack of sleep and too much coffee. At exactly 8 a.m., I called a security company.

“I need cameras installed around my house—today.”

“I’m sorry, but the earliest appointment we have is next week—”

“No,” I interrupted, my voice shaky. “Someone is planning to break into my home. I need those cameras now.”

My urgency must have made an impression because the receptionist’s tone softened. “Let me see what I can do. Please hold.” After what felt like an eternity, she returned with good news. “We had a cancellation. Our team can be there in two hours.”

The security team arrived promptly, and I hovered anxiously as they installed the cameras. Every passing car, every person walking their dog seemed suspicious. Just as the installation was nearly complete, Leona arrived, looking grim.

“Nora, we need to talk inside,” she said. I sent the kids to their rooms and sat down with her.

“The lab results are in,” she began. “The liquid you found is a potent substance commonly used to break locks.”

A cold wave of dread washed over me. “So it’s true—they were planning to break in.”

“Yes, it appears that way,” Leona confirmed. “But you’ve taken the right precautions. We’ve increased patrols, and your security system is now in place.”

Just then, I noticed Ravi pulling up at a neighbor’s house.

“There he is,” I said, moving toward the window.

“Talk to him, but be careful,” Leona advised. “We don’t know if he’s involved or just a concerned observer.”

I approached Ravi as he was about to leave. He seemed uneasy, but I needed answers.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” he began nervously.