The Quiet Presence That Saved My Family Home in Autumn

we cannot prove the original boundaries,” she whispered, adjusting her glasses again.

“We have the survey on Tuesday,” I said.

“Just make sure you keep that contract safe,” she said. “It might be the only proof we have of his intentions.”

After she left, I walked down the long gravel driveway to the mailbox near the county road.

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