The knock on the door made Savannah’s chest tighten. For a moment she thought her past had found her again. She stood frozen, her hand pressed against her belly, while Adrian stepped forward.
“Stay here,” he said firmly, his tone protective. He moved to the door and pulled it open.
A young man stood there, holding a pizza box, the smell of melted cheese floating into the room.
“Delivery,” the boy said cheerfully.
Savannah blinked. Adrian sighed in relief, then looked back at her with a faint smile. “Did you order this?”
Savannah shook her head quickly. “No… I don’t even eat pizza.”
The delivery boy looked confused. “This is room 14, right? A woman called in the order about an hour ago. Pepperoni, large.”
Adrian’s brows knit together. “Maybe they got the wrong room.” He
