anything?”
“Nothing, maybe. But she seemed irritated when I told her we weren’t planning to spend money on it.”
I shook my head.
“That was months ago. She wouldn’t destroy our garage over a fence.”
Toby didn’t argue.
But I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The following morning, I pulled out a folder containing our home renovation receipts. We had recently spent several thousand dollars repainting the garage door, repairing sections of the driveway, and improving the exterior lighting.
The work had taken weeks to arrange.
We’d been proud of
