In the beginning, Stacey’s relationship with her landlord had been distant, but that was normal. No one expected a friendly rapport with their landlord, and she’d figured as long as things were civil, she could tolerate the quirks. After all, it was just part of renting in the city.
But there were oddities. Her thermostat wasn’t even in her unit. When she’d asked him about it, he simply shrugged and gave her the number of the tenant next door, instructing her to call them whenever she needed the temperature adjusted. It wasn’t ideal, but she made do.