The Fake Ambulance Took My Fiancé

Summary

I was halfway through a work trip when a message suddenly popped up in the condo owners’ group chat:

“My kids have finals this week. Could the unit above us please keep it down? And for God’s sake, stop playing that ‘Daddy’ game.”

Another neighbor chimed in: “Seriously. ‘Daddy’ this, ‘Daddy’ that, day and night. Are they that desperate for attention?”

But I had been out of town for over a month and a half.

Who was playing games in my apartment?