Three days after moving into our dream home, our neighbors called the authorities over our kids playing—six months later, my son was afraid to laugh in his own backyard

No more.

Not one more day.

I threw the door open.

“Sit at the table. I’ll be right back.”

It banged against the siding louder than I meant it to.

She was still there.

Standing just a few feet away from our fence, her thin frame stiff.

Her arms crossed tightly across her chest.

She saw me coming and lifted her chin.

She was ready for a fight, and so was I.

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