They Tore Down My Fence. So I Finished the Property Line With Concrete and Steel.

The fence was gone.

Not fallen. Not damaged. Gone.

Every post pulled. Every panel removed. The property line was bare except for the holes in the ground where the concrete footings had been.

My fence—the one I’d built with my own hands, the one I’d spent weekends on, the one that had stood for eight years—was completely gone.
I stood there for a long time. Too long. Just staring at the empty space.

Then I walked to Ethan’s house. Knocked on the door.