As I passed by Andrew's building, I spotted a delivery guy heading upstairs.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I exchanged a quick glance with him. That was my first mistake.
The delivery guy mistook me for some other delivery guy and approached me with a wide grin. "Hey! There's a package upstairs that needs to be delivered right to the door. I'm in a rush to get to the hospital—my wife's about to give birth! Can you help me out and take it up?"
My focus zeroed in on the words "give birth."
Determined to make sure he got to see his kid born, I nodded vigorously and assured him I'd handle it.
But once he left, my smile froze when I glanced at the recipient's name on the package.
Andrew.
I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. Yep, still, Andrew.
Honestly, did the universe really need to throw so many coincidences my way?
After throwing a mini tantrum in my head, I made my way to Andrew's front door, clutching the package.
As I waited for someone to answer, I took a peek at the delivery slip, and my eyes widened at the bold letters: [Kidney deficiency, sometimes due to overexertion.]
What in the world was inside?
