Whitney cut in before I could respond. “She’s busy.”
“I’m not.”
Paul looked between us.
“I’m here to confirm the boundary before the excavation starts.”
I frowned.
“What excavation?”
Whitney stepped in front of him.
“Nothing that affects you.”
Paul checked his paperwork. “The retaining wall and driveway extension.”
I looked at Whitney.
“What driveway extension?”
Her driveway ended 12 feet from my fence.
Apparently, she wanted it wider.
Much wider.
Wide enough, I realized, to bring it dangerously close to my side of the fence.
Paul unfolded a site plan and held it open between us.
My eyes followed the lines until I saw where the new driveway was supposed to end.
The proposed edge ran straight through the bed where my mother’s flowers had been.
I stared at it.
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