“Oh my God!”
Something snaps inside of me, and I jump into action as the drops of water quicken faster and faster, plummeting to the tiles of my bathroom floor, quickly forming a puddle.
I step into my bedroom with my phone in my hand and immediately call the front desk, tears still welling in my eyes, my emotions more overwhelming than ever.
Hannah answers almost immediately. “Hi, Lainey. How can I help you?”
“Umm., There’s water leaking into my bathroom from the ceiling above me, and it looks like a lot of water is hanging up there.”
I watch drop after drop fall.
“Is it still leaking?” she asks, typing rapidly into her computer keyboard, the clicks sounding into the phone.
“Oh, yeah. If anything, it’s only getting worse by the minute.”
She sucks in a breath. “Oh, well, I am contacting maintenance immediately.” She pauses. “Garrett is on his way up to check it out, okay? I’ll meet you guys up there in just a minute, and we can assess the next steps.”
Shit.
My eyes flick to the pile of test wrappers and tests strewn about the bathroom counter.
“Okay, great!” I say a bit too high-pitched, rushing into my bathroom and gathering everything up. “Thanks!”
I quickly end the call and shove all of the wrappers and tests into the Target bag they came in, tie it shut, and stuff it into one of my suitcases.Oh crap.I look like a crazy person, living out of my suitcases when I moved in weeks ago.
I just cannot catch a break.
I zip them all up and roll them together into the entryway right as a knock sounds on my door.
“Maintenance.”
“Coming!” I call out, taking a few slow inhales and exhales so I don’t sound so out of breath when I open the door.
Grabbing the handle, I pull the door open with a smile on my face, finding both Garrett and Hannah. “Hi. Thanks for coming so quickly.”
Garrett walks in confidently, and I point toward the master bedroom.
“We have another guy checking out the unit above you as well.”
Hannah and I slowly follow him into the bedroom and stop outside the doorframe of the bathroom.
“Oh, that gota lotworse since I called.”
Garrett places a bucket beneath the tiny stream now falling from the ceiling. “Yeah it’s a little bit more than a drip now, I’d say.”
Hannah politely taps my shoulder. “What we are going to have you do is gather any belongings you need, and we’re going to get you put up in a hotel for the evening or a couple of days while the guys can sort everything out.”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I guess my life took the sayingwhen it rains, it poursa bit too literally.
“Umm, okay. I’m just going to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.” I dismiss myself, stepping out into the living room.
Grabbing my phone, I call Jensen, who answers on the first ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey.” I kick my foot back and forth, grazing the ground. I groan. “So … bad news.”
