It started innocently enough. A faucet that wouldn’t stop dripping. A section of wallpaper that peeled completely off with a single tug. A light switch that sparked when Daniel flipped it. Annoyances, not disasters. The kind of things longtime renovators roll their eyes at but fix anyway. Daniel tightened pipes, replaced switches, crawled under sinks.
Megan scrubbed years of grime from old tiles and repainted walls until her hands cramped. They handled issue after issue, crossing off each task with a satisfied swipe of a pencil. The house, however, was only warming up. By week two, they uncovered wiring that looked like someone had used coat hangers instead of proper cables.