You’re scrolling through your phone in the living room when a sudden scream from Andrew’s office makes you jolt. Heart racing, you set your phone on the coffee table and hurry upstairs.

“Babe?” you call, pushing open the attic door. Andrew is slouched at his desk, frustration written all over his face.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, looking at you. “Someone just stole $1,500 from my account.”

Before you can respond, the doorbell rings. Andrew exhales, rubbing his temples. “I’ll get it,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before heading downstairs. You follow a step behind as he opens the front door.

A delivery man stands there, a large truck idling in the driveway. “Good afternoon, sorry to bother you. Is this Mrs. Sullivan’s residence?”

Andrew frowns. “Yes, I’m her husband. Why?”

The man smiles politely. “We’ll start unloading the goods Mrs. Sullivan purchased. Please excuse us.”

Before either of you can ask another question, two men begin carrying in several large boxes. Andrew stands frozen until one of them hands him a receipt and heads back to the truck.

He glances at it, brow furrowing. “So that $1,500…” His voice trails off as his eyes scan the paper.

Then he looks up at you, puzzled. “It’s all baby equipment.”

No anger, just pure confusion. What exactly had you ordered… and why so much?