My Children Returned Home to Discover Our Neighbors Dumping Dirt into Our Lake — But Karma Had Other Plans for Them First
When we first arrived at Lakeside Hollow, it felt like a postcard come to life—trees swaying gently, the scent of pine in the air, and a silver lake that mirrored the sky. After years of living in cramped apartments and dodging city traffic, I believed we’d finally found the place where my sons, Austin and …