Chapter 8: The Folder in My Office
I went inside and pulled the folder from the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet.
Survey maps.
County correspondence.
Old letters from my father.
A title report from years ago.
There it was, plain as daylight.
The lower corner of Pine Hollow Road, the stretch Cedar Ridge used every day, crossed private property.
My private property.
Mara stood behind me reading over my shoulder.
“Can you actually do anything with this?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But I know who does.”
I called our family attorney, Dana Reeves.
Dana had handled my father’s estate. She had a voice that could make a banker apologize before he knew what he had done wrong.
When I explained what happened, she went quiet.
“They cut down how many?” she asked.
“Six.”
“Were they on your land?”
“Completely.”
Her voice cooled.
“Do not speak to the HOA again without me.”… Continue Reading ⬇️