Chapter 7: The Road Nobody Mentioned
Cedar Ridge Estates had one entrance.
One.
A smooth private road that curved past their stone sign, climbed the hill, and split into smaller lanes between the houses.
To anyone driving through, it looked like it belonged to them.
That was the trick of it.
It looked expensive. It looked official. It looked planned.
But looks are not deeds.
Years before the development existed, that lower strip of road had been part of my family’s land. My father allowed the county to improve access through it for emergency services and neighboring parcels, but the land itself never transferred.
When Cedar Ridge was built, their developer used that access without asking too many questions.
My father noticed. He complained. They promised paperwork would be “handled.”
It never was.
After he died, the issue sat quietly in a folder in my office.
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