His expression changed.
“Leave this with me.”
My stomach sank.
“That’s it?”
“That’s all I can tell you right now.”
“So he gets to sit on the board while you decide whether the board will investigate him?”
Mark closed the folder.
“That’s it?”
“Go home. And don’t confront Paul again.”
It wasn’t the reassurance I’d hoped for.
Eleven families had finally spoken, and I still had no idea whether the one man with power had just silenced us all.
When I got home, a yellow notice was tucked beneath my front-door handle.
It wasn’t the reassurance I’d hoped for.
PROPERTY COMPLIANCE REVIEW.
Underneath, someone had handwritten:
TREEHOUSE — REINSPECTION REQUIRED.
My son appeared behind me.
“Mom? Are they taking our treehouse?”
I folded the paper and tucked it in my pocket.
PROPERTY COMPLIANCE REVIEW.
“No,” I said.
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