Maya’s voice cracked. “My shower is… it’s trying to drown my house. Harpenden, near the common. It won’t stop.”
Maya didn’t go back to sleep. She sat on the dry floor of the living room, back against the sideboard, and listened to the silence of working pipes.
He was gone before she could say thank you properly. The house was quiet again. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant and relief.
“Drain Rescue, this is Colin. What’s the situation?”