Fortunately, I’d already photographed several incidents.
Tea bags.
The stained towel.
The ruined cushion.
The tea bag that appeared the morning after Daniel promised he’d stop.
Seven photographs.
I created a timeline.
Dates.
Approximate times.
Descriptions.
Then I documented my two conversations with Daniel.
No insults.
No speculation about his character.
No dramatic language.
Just facts.
I wrote a three-page complaint.
It was, if I may say so myself, an excellent letter.
Facts rarely need exclamation marks.
I submitted everything Tuesday evening.
Then I set my alarm.
The Evidence Was Clear
Wednesday morning, I sat on my balcony before seven.
Warm coat.
Coffee.
Phone.
At 7:06, I heard Daniel’s balcony door.
At 7:07, something fell.
A tea bag.
I picked up my phone.
Twelve seconds of video.
The tea bag.
My balcony.
The balcony directly above.
Date.
Time.
Simple.
Clear.
I uploaded it immediately.
The response was almost
