It didn't take long for Emily to learn the truth about the building's owner. Arthur Henderson was an eighty-one-year-old widower living two hours away. Childless and frail, Arthur had originally intended only to let his gentle sister, Evelyn, stay in the vacant half. Tanya—Evelyn’s jobless daughter—had moved in permanently alongside her mother without Arthur's blessing.
Tanya viewed the oceanfront property as her future inheritance and had already successfully driven out two previous tenants before Emily arrived. She was determined to do it again so her uncle would give up on renting the house altogether.
The annoyances grew into an everyday nightmare. Wet beach towels were draped over Emily’s side of the deck railing. A large decorative mirror was angled in Tanya's window to reflect blinding afternoon sunlight directly into Emily’s home office.
Worst of all were the nights. Tanya’s bedroom shared a wall with Emily’s. Starting around midnight, Tanya would pace her room, shouting on phone calls or laughing to herself, ensuring Emily never slept.