Chapter 39
POV: Damian
Some dates begin with flowers.
Mine began with a clogged drain.
I had barely finished breakfast when Emma knocked on my apartment door.
"You busy?"
"I was deciding whether expired yogurt is a suggestion or a warning."
She laughed.
"Good. I need help."
Five minutes later, we stood outside Apartment 2A.
Mrs. Alvarez greeted us with folded arms.
"My kitchen sink has declared independence."
Emma handed me a wrench.
"You've improved."
"That's a dangerous amount of confidence."
"I'm feeling optimistic today."
Mrs. Alvarez pointed dramatically toward the sink.
"It growls."
"It... growls?"
"You'll hear it."
I knelt beneath the cabinet.
Emma held a flashlight while I loosened the pipe.
A loud gurgling noise echoed through the kitchen.
Mrs. Alvarez nodde
