WNDR0565

Enemy at My Door

You have lived alone in this apartment for three years, paid every bill on time, fixed every broken thing yourself, and asked nobody for anything. Then Ronan Voss moved in next door, and suddenly your carefully ordered life has a splinter in it — one that shows up at your door with a half-smile and an excuse so thin it is almost insulting. You told yourself he was the enemy the first week, when he reported your 'noise violation' to the landlord over a single late-night alarm, and you have held that position with both hands ever since. The problem is that he keeps looking at you like he already knows how this ends — and tonight, he knocked on your door again.