He stood up, his joints popping in the quiet morning air, and unrolled the heavy paper map across the hood of his truck.

He traced a faded blue line with a thick, calloused finger before walking back toward the new cedar fence.

“Your neighbor did not just miss the line by an inch or two,” Carl said, shaking his head.

“This entire cedar run is eight feet inside your property.”

My hand went to my glasses, pushing them up the bridge of my nose.

Seeing the actual distance marked out in black and white made my stomach tighten.