13. The Day the Fence Finally Moved
The contractors returned on a Monday morning.
This time, Carl was present to mark the correct line.
The first section of cedar fencing came down before noon.
Tyler stood on his patio with his arms folded, watching the workers.
Nobody spoke to me.
I stayed near my garage and let the professionals do their work.
Piece by piece, the fence was removed.
The concrete pad was cut back where necessary, and the landscaping that had occupied my property was cleared.
By late afternoon, the original boundary was visible again.
I walked along the grass slowly.
It was strange seeing the yard open up after months of looking at that wall.
The old oak tree was visible from the corner again.
And for the first time since the construction began, I could see the entire length of my property without looking through someone else’s fence.
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