My neighbor tore up my lawn with his motorcycle and acted like it was nothing — the next morning, a little “surprise” was waiting for him.

everything.

Our eyes met briefly.

Then she quietly went inside.

Kyle checked his phone.

When he realized I was still standing there, he gave me a small smile that felt more like dismissal than friendliness.

Then he walked into his house.

I didn’t shout.

I didn’t threaten him.

I went back inside and closed my door.

For several minutes, I stood quietly in the kitchen.

I wasn’t shaking.

I wasn’t fighting tears.

I was thinking.

The tire had cut approximately three feet through the flower bed.

Seven or eight plants