My Neighbors Cut Down My Trees for a Better View—So I Closed the Only Road to Their Luxury Homes

moments.

Then he asked the question that mattered most.

“And the road?”

I looked out the window toward the empty stretch of land.

“When the first tree goes into the ground.”

He closed his eyes briefly.

Then nodded.

“Done.”

Three months later, cranes arrived.

Massive trucks rolled onto the property carrying mature sycamores.

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