MEGAN

My bedside lamp clicked off, plunging my room into a soothing darkness.

Then I pulled the sheets up to my chin, letting out a long sigh of relief.

It had been a grueling day at the office, and all I wanted was to drift off into a dreamless sleep. But just as my eyes started to close shut, a sharp knock echoed from the front door.

I knew who it was.

My heart did a traitorous little skip against my ribs as I flipped the switch back on.

It was Singh.

Singh was my neighbor, a man who seemed designed specifically to ruin my concentration. He was half-Indian and...