I thought the worst part of my divorce was finally over when I unlocked the house Brian had been ordered to leave. Then I heard water running inside, and what I found made me realize he wasn’t finished with me yet.
The water was already running when I opened the front door.
Not dripping.
Running.
I stood with my key still in the lock, listening to water rushing somewhere inside the house.
Before I took another step, I knew Brian had left me something to find.
“Brian?” I called.
Silence.
My divorce from Brian had dragged through the courts for almost eight months before the judge finally awarded me the house we’d bought together.
Brian had two weeks to move out.
His deadline had expired the day before, and I had waited an extra day because I didn’t want to risk seeing him.
Then I walked into the living room.
There was a hole punched clean through the drywall beside the fireplace.
White plaster covered the floor beneath it.
I stared at the damage, trying to convince myself that something heavy had fallen.
Then I saw another hole near the hallway.
There was a third in the guest bedroom.
My stomach tightened.
The sound of dripping water suddenly seemed louder.
I hurried into the kitchen and found the faucet running at full force.
I shut it off, then heard water upstairs.
The bathroom sink was running too.
So was the bathtub.
Another faucet had been left open in the second bathroom.
“What the hell?” I whispered.
I turned them off one after another, my hands shaking harder each time.
I had no idea how long they had been running, but I knew the water bill could be catastrophic.
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