The Truth About My Leaking Ceiling

Synopsis

Every time my husband went on a business trip, the upstairs neighbors started leaking water. It had happened three times now. Always late at night. And every time, the day after he returned, the leaking stopped. I already had a guess in my mind. But I didn't want to believe it. The moment the water leaked this time, I didn't say anything. I called a few friends and went upstairs together. The door opened. A woman with curly hair stood at the entrance. She froze for two seconds when she saw me, then tried to close the door. I was faster. I wedged my foot in and pushed the door open. Then I saw a pair of men's sneakers by the shoe rack. I recognized those shoes. They were the birthday gift I bought for my husband. I just stood there at the doorway. Slowly, I squatted down.My mind went completely blank.