Chapter 1

My husband had just left for a business trip an hour ago when the bathroom ceiling started dripping water again, filling me with doubt.

Ever since we moved to this new neighborhood, whenever Quinn went on a business trip, the upstairs apartment would start leaking.

The first few times, Quinn firmly refused to let me go up and negotiate, saying he was afraid the people upstairs would be unreasonable and I'd be wronged.

After he reported it to the property management, the leaking would stop for a few days.

But as soon as he left for a trip, the leaking would start again.

This time, I called him first as usual. "Quinn, the house is leaking again."

I wasn't sure if it was my imagination, but I thought I heard the sound of running water on the other end of the line.

Then Quinn's voice came through.

"Don't worry about it. I'll go up and ask about it when I get back from my trip. The people upstairs are difficult to deal with. Whatever you do, don't go up there yourself."

I nodded and agreed as I had before, but my feet were already carrying me out the door.

I was going to see for myself just how difficult these upstairs neighbors really were.