He’s been her regular Amazon driver for four years
She looked up at him, her eyes glassy and empty, and her voice was barely audible, a fragile thread of sound. “He’s gone, Marco… Frank… he’s gone.”
Just twenty minutes earlier, the house had been filled with quiet comfort, the familiarity of a lifetime spent together. Frank, her partner of decades, had suddenly collapsed in his favorite chair, a heart attack stealing him away without warning. Paramedics had arrived in a flurry, their uniforms a blur, their equipment rattling. They had done what they could, but it was over before it had even begun.
Agnes had wheeled herself onto the porch, trembling, her mind spinning. The world around her felt unreal, distorted—objects she had known for years looked alien, colors muted, shadows stretching in the corners. Her chest ached with emptiness; each breath felt impossibly heavy. For the first time, she realized she was utterly alone in the life she had known. Every plan, every routine, every simple act of companionship she had taken for granted had vanished.
Marco, her regular Amazon driver for four years, had arrived just as she was trying to make sense of it all. He had always been friendly, courteous, a familiar face bringing parcels and small greetings to her door. But today, he saw something entirely different: a woman drowning in sudden grief, a life fractured in an instant, and the raw vulnerability of someone who had lost her anchor.