I received a death threat the other day. Seriously, I did. Oh, not the kind that arrives in a sinister envelope pushed through the door. No shadowy knife-wielding stranger at the end of a dark alley, like Marion had to contend with in The Runaway Wife. Nothing like that. This one arrived quietly, almost casually you might say, tucked between photos of dogs and a recipe for Marry Me Chicken on social media. Easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention. But there it was, stark