He shifted his weight. “I guess I just see things differently. Open spaces. Collaboration. That’s how my kids are growing up.”
“Good for them. But this is my property. The fence stays.”
He didn’t argue. Just nodded slowly, like he was filing the conversation away for later.
Over the next few months, little comments kept coming.
Ethan would mention the fence during casual conversations. How it blocked the sunset. How it made the yards feel smaller. How it wasn’t “neighborly.”
Mara started talking about “shared outdoor experiences” and how the boys felt “cut off” from nature because of the barrier.
I ignored it. The fence was legal. On my property line. Properly maintained. Their feelings about it weren’t my problem.
Then I went on vacation.
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