I pushed open the door to the apartment building, stepping inside with a couple of grocery bags balanced in one arm. The moment I entered, I heard it—someone shouting.
At first, I ignored it. The stairs in this building echoed, and people got into stupid arguments all the time. But as I climbed higher, the voice became clearer. It wasn't just someone yelling.
It was someone ranting.
And they sounded pissed.
I kept walking, bags in hand, boots clicking against the stairs. By the time I reached the ninth floor, I could make out actual words.
"—just climbed ten goddamn floors for this?! I did this for FREE! No money! No reward! No thank-you gift! Just my suffering! I should have just thrown this stupid package out the window!"
I froze mid-step.
I knew that voice.
I turned the corner just as I reached the tenth floor, and sure enough—standing right in front of my door, looking like she had just survived some great war—was Rhiannon.
