Her smug look when I confronted her was almost infuriatingly calm, like she had all the time in the world to outlast me.
“Oh, is something wrong?” she asked, feigning innocence as she sipped her tea.
“The water doesn’t just stop on its own,” I snapped. “You expect me to believe that’s a coincidence?”
She shrugged, not even bothering to hide the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Old pipes. This house has its quirks. You’d know that if you actually belonged here.”
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