My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

thing dumb men do when they’re about to step into a fight they don’t understand.

“What about it?” he said.

I looked at the building manager. “Can you confirm who owns Unit 14C?”

His name was Mr. Talbot. Late sixties. Thin white hair, always wore those ties that looked left over from 2004. I’d lived in Meridian Heights long enough to know he hated drama continue reading …