She helped me smooth out the creases on the copied blueprint.

“Look at the date on the bottom,” Emma said, pointing her finger at the title block in the corner.

“He submitted this three months ago, before he even closed on the house.”

“He was planning this pool while the house was still empty,” I said, leaning closer to read the small print.

The blueprint showed a clear black line labeled as the eastern property boundary.

Right next to it, written in neat draftsman’s lettering, were the words eight-foot easement.