Assuming she was teasing, I chuckled.
“Why not?”
A smile spread across her face.
“I have Alex now.”
I stared at her, confused.
“Who is Alex?”
Her eyes took on a mischievous sparkle.
“He’s a delivery driver.”
According to Dorothy, Alex had brought a parcel to her doorstep one day. They’d struck up a conversation, and somehow their connection had developed into something more.
Then she made an announcement I never expected.
“We’ve fallen in love.”
I could hardly believe what I’d heard.
“You’re joking.”
Dorothy burst into laughter.
Naturally, I figured she was playing a prank.
After all, Dorothy was eighty, while Alex apparently wasn’t much older than twenty.
The idea seemed absurd.
Yet several days afterward, I finally spotted him emerging from her front door.
He appeared extremely young, wore ordinary clothing, and had a cheap-looking backpack slung over his shoulder.
Nothing about his appearance suggested danger or
