Chapter 9: The First Letter
By the next morning, Dana had ordered a fresh survey and sent preservation notices to Summit Tree and Cedar Ridge Estates HOA.
That afternoon, the HOA president called me anyway.
His name was Preston Vale.
I had met him once at a county meeting. He wore boat shoes in winter and spoke like every room had been built for him to finish his sentence.
“Mr. Hale,” he said smoothly, “I understand there’s been some confusion.”
“Confusion?”
“About the trees. We received complaints from residents regarding blocked sightlines. The board approved maintenance along the overlook.”
“On my land.”
He sighed as if I were being difficult.
“The boundary is not as simple as you think.”
“Actually,” I said, “it is.”
“Let’s not become emotional.”
That sentence did something to me.
Not because I was emotional.
Because he thought calling me emotional would make theft sound like landscaping… Continue Reading ⬇️