maple tree in the front yard, and spent countless evenings sitting on the porch after long days at work.
The garage door was just one small part of it.
The idea that someone might try to make us feel unsafe in our own home simply because our property stood in the way of a potential deal was difficult to comprehend.
Toby closed the folder.
“We’re not selling.”
I nodded.
“Not to her. Not to anyone pressuring us.”
And for the first time since the first streak of black paint appeared,
