“If he ignores this, we file for an injunction to halt any further work on his side of the line.”

I felt a cold weight settle in my chest as I watched her sign the bottom of the page with a thick black stroke.

The quiet, predictable life I had built after my divorce was slipping away, replaced by registered mail and legal threats.

“How much will the injunction cost?” I asked.

“Fifteen hundred dollars for the retainer,” Rachel said, folding the letter into a crisp white envelope.

“But we have to establish that you are protecting your boundary immediately.”