CHAPTER SEVEN
”Elliot, the toilet isn’t working!” Gwen called from the second floor. “I thought you fixed it?”
Elliot had to remind himself that he loved his sister, that she was stressed, and that throwing her out the nearest window wouldn’t help anyway.
They’d been pushing themselves to hit their deadline to finish the renovations, but it seemed like when one thing was fixed, another five things broke. The latest was the toilet in the largest suite that had decided it was not going to flush.
Elliot found his sister standing over the toilet and fiddling around inside the tank. Gwen was many things, but a plumber she was not.
“Why isn’t there water in here? There should be water, right? That’s the whole point.” Gwen grumbled, not even noticing Elliot’s presence. Her red hair was stick
